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THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



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LADY OF THE LAKE 



BY 



SIR WALTER SCOTT, BART. 



WITH ILLUSTRATIONS 




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JOHN JAMES, MARQUIS OF ABERCORN, 

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AMERICAN PUBLISHERS' PREFACE. 



The text of this edition is the same as that of 
the Ilhistrated Students' Edition, edited by Mr. W. 
J. Rolfe, the distinguished Shakspearean scholar. 

The following extracts from Mr. Rolfe's preface 
to that volume indicate how corrupted all recent 
editions had become, and the care used by him in 
correction and restoration : — 

" The text of the poem has given me unexpected trouble. 
When I edited some of Gray's poems several years ago, I 
found that they had not been correctly printed for more 
than half a century ; but in the case of Scott I supposed 
that the text of Black's so-called ' Author's Edition ' could 
be depended upon as accurate. Almost at the start, however, 
I detected sundry obvious misprints in one of the many 
forms in which this edition is issued, and an examination 
of others showed that they were as bad in their way. The 
'ShiUing' issue was no worse than the costly illustrated 



10 AMERICAN PUBLISHERS' PREFACE. 

one of 1853, which had its own assortment of slips of the 
type. No two editions that I could obtain agreed exactly 
in their readings. I tried in vain to find a copy of the editio 
princeps (1810) in Cambridge and Boston, but succeeded in 
getting one through a Ijondon bookseller. This I compared, 
line by line, with the Edinburgh edition of 1821 (from the 
Harvard Library), with Lockhart's first edition, the ' Globe ' 
edition, and about a dozen others, English and American. 
I found many misprints and corruptions in all except the edi- 
tion of 1821, and a few even in that. For instance, in i. 217, 
Scott wrote ' Found in each clift a narrow bower,' and it 
is so printed in the first edition ; but in evert/ other that I 
have seen ' cliff ' appears in place of cUfi, to the manifest 
injury of the passage. In ii. 685, every edition that I have 
seen since that of 1821 has ' I meant not all my heart might 
say,' which is worse than nonsense, the correct reading being 
' my heat' In vi. 396, the Scottish ' bonne ' (tiiough it 
occurs twice in other parts of the poem) has been changed 
to 'bound ' in all editions since 1821 ; and, eight lines below, 
the old word ' barded ' has become ' barbed.' " 

"... I have restored the reading of the first edition, 
except in cases where I have no doubt that the later reading 
is the poet's own correction or alteration. There are obvious 
misprints in the first edition which Scott himself overlooked 
(see on ii. 115, 217, vi. 527, etc.), and it is sometimes diffi- 
cult to decide whether a later reading — a change of a plural 
to a singular, or like trivial variation — is a misprint or the 
author's correction of an earlier misprint. I have done the 



AMERICAN PUBLISHERS' PREFACE. 11 

best I could, with the means at my command, to settle these 
questions, and am at least certain that the text as I give it 
is nearer right than in any edition since 1821." 

The publishers therefore can confidently recom- 
mend these editions as the first and only ones for 
many years in which Scott^s great poem is correctly 
given as it came from the author^s pen. 

Boston August, 1884. 



AUTHOR'S PREFACE 



THE LADY OF TILE LAKE 



After the success of ^' Marinion/^ I felt inclined 
to exclaim with Ulysses in the " Odyssey/' — 

Oi5ros fiev drj aedXos ddaros eKTereXeaTai. 
"Nvv adre aKOtrou aXXov, 

" One vfiiiturous game my hand has won to-day ; 
Another, gallants, yet remains to play." 

Odyssey, x- !• 5. 

The ancient manners,, the habits and customs of 
the aboriginal race by whom the Highlands of Scot- 
land were inhabited;, hiul always appeared to me 
peculiarly adapted to poetry. The change in their 
manners, too, had taken place almost within my own 
time; or at least I liad learned many particulars 



14 AUTHOR'S PREFACE. 

concerning the ancient state of the Higlilands from 
the okl men of the last generation. I had always 
thought the old Scottish Gael highly adapted for 
poetical composition. The feuds and political dissen- 
sions which half a century earlier would have rendered 
the richer and wealthier part of the kingdom indis- 
posed to countenance a poem the scene of wdiich 
was laid in tlie Highlands, Avere now sunk in the 
generous compassion whicli the English, more than 
any other nation, feel for the misfortnnes of an hon- 
orable foe. The Poems of Ossian had, by their popu- 
larity, sufficiently shown that if writings on Highland 
subjects were (qualified to interest {\\q reader, mere 
national prejudices w^ere, in the present day, very 
mdikely to interfere with their success. 

I had also read a great deal, seen much, and heard 
more, of that romantic country, wliere I was in the 
habit of spending some time every autumn; and 
the scenery of Locli Katrine was connected with the 
recollection of many a dear friend and merry expe- 
dition of former days. This poem, the action of 



AUTHOR'S PREFACE. 15 

which lay among scenes so beautiful and so deeply 
imprinted on my recollections, was a labor of love ; 
and it was no less so to recall the manners and inci- 
dents introduced. The frequent custom of James IV. 
and particularly of James V. to walk through their 
kins^dom in disc^uise afforded me the hint of an inci- 
dent which never fails to be interesting if managed 
with the slightest address or dexterity. 

I may now confess, however, that the employment, 
though attended Avith great pleasure, was not with- 
out its doubts and anxieties. A lady to whom I 
was nearly related, and with whom I lived during 
her whole life on the most brotherly terms of affec- 
tion, was residing with me at the time when the work 
was in progress, and used to ask me what I could 
possibly do to rise so early in the morning (that 
happening to be the most convenient time to me for 
composition). At last I told her the subject of my 
meditations ; and I can never forget the anxiety 
and affection expressed in her reply. "Do not be 
so rash," she said, '' my dearest cousin. You are 



16 AUTHOWS PREFACE. 

already popular, — more so, perha])s, than you your- 
self will believe, or than even I or other partial 
friends can fairly allow to your merit. You stand 
high ; do not rashly attempt to climb higher, and 
incur the risk of a fall, — for, depend upon it, a 
favorite will not be permitted even to stumble with 
impunity/^ I replied to this affectionate expos- 
tulation in the words of Montrose, — 

" ' He either fears liis fate too much, 
Or his deserts are small, 
Who dares not put it to the touch 
To gain or lose it all.' 

If I fail," I said, — for the dialogue is strong in my 
recollection, — '^ it is a sign that I ought never to 
have succeeded, and I will write prose for life ; you 
shall see no change in my temper, nor will I eat a 
single meal the worse. But if I succeed. 

Up with the bonnie blue bonnet, 
The dirk, and the feather, and a' ! " 

Afterwards I showed my affectionate and anxious 
critic the first canto of the poem, which reconciled 



AUTHORS PREFACE. 17 

her to my imi)rudeiice. Nevertheless, although I 
answered thus confidently, ATitli the obstinacy often 
said to be proper to those who bear my surname, 
I acknowledge that my confidence was considerably 
shaken by the w^arning of her excellent taste and 
unbiassed friendship. Nor was I much comforted 
by her retractation of the unfavorable judgment, 
when I recollected how likely a natural partiality 
was to effect that change of opinion. In such cases 
affection rises Hke a light on the canvas, improves 
any favorable tints which it formerly exhibited, and 
throws its defects into the shade. 

I remember that about the same time a friend 
started in to " heeze up my hope,^^ like the " sports- 
man with his cutty gun,-*^ in the old song. He was 
bred a farmer, but a man of powerful understand- 
ing, natural good taste, and warm poetical feeling, 
perfectly competent to supply the w^ants of an im- 
perfect or irregular education. He was a passion- 
ate admirer of field-sports, which we often pursued 
together. 



18 AUTHOR'S PREFACE. 

As this friend happened to dine with me at Ash- 
esteil one diiy, I took tlie opportunity of reading to 
him the first canto of " The Lady of the Lake/' in 
order to ascertain the effect the poem was likely to 
produce upon a person who was but too favorable 
a representative of readers at large. It is of course 
to be supposed that I determined rather to guide my 
opinion by what my friend might appear to feel than 
by what he might think fit to say. His reception 
of my recitation^ or prelection, was rather singular. 
He placed his hand across his brow, and listened 
with great attention through the whole account of 
the stag-hunt, till the dogs threw themselves into 
the lake to follow their master, who embarks with 
Ellen Douglas. He then started up with a sudden 
exclamation, struck his hand on the table, and de- 
clared, in a voice of censure calculated for the occa- 
sion, that the dogs must have been totally ruined by 
being permitted to take the water after such a severe 
chase. I own I was much encouraged by the species 
of reverie which had possessed so zealous a follower 



AUTHOR'S PREFACE. 19 

of the sports of the ancient Nimrod^ who had been 
completel}^ surprised out of all doubts of the reality 
of the tale. Another of his remarks gave me less 
pleasure. He detected the identity of the King 
with the wandering knight^ Fitz-James, when he 
winds his bugle to summon his attendants. He was 
probably thinking of the lively but somewhat licen- 
tious old ballad in which the denouement of a royal 
intrigue takes place as follows : - — 

" He took a bugle frae Lis side, 
He blew botli loud and shrill, 
And four-and-twcnty belled knights 

Came skipping ower the hill ; 
Then he took out a little knife, 

Let a' his duddies fa', 
And he Avas the brawest gentleman 
That was aniang them a'. 

And we '11 go no more a-roving," etc. 

This discovery^ as Mr. Pepys says of the rent in 
his camlet cloak;, was but a trifle^ yet it troubled 
me ; and I was at a good deal of pains to efface 
any marks by which I thought my secret could be 



20 AUTHOR'S PREFACE. 

traced before the conclusion, when I relied on it 
with the same hope of producing effect with which 
the Irish post-boy is said to reserve a ^^ trot for the 
avenue/'' 

I took uncommon pains to verify the accuracy of 
the local circumstances of this story. I recollect, 
in particular, that to ascertain whether I was telling 
a probable tale, I went into Perthshire to see whether 
King James could actually have ridden from the 
banks of Loch Vennachar to Stirling (Jastle within 
tlie time supposed in the poem, and had the pleasure 
to satisfy myself that it was quite practicable. 

After a considerable delay, '' The Lady of the 
Lake^^ appeared in June, 1810; and its success 
Vv^as certainly so extraordinary as to induce me for 
the moment to conclude tliat I had at last fixed a 
nail in the proverbially inconstant wheel of Fortune, 
whose stability in belialf of an individual who had 
so boldly courted her favors for three successive 
times had not as yet been shaken. I had attained 
perhaps that degree of public reputation at which 



AUTHORS PREFACE. 21 

prudence, or certainly timidity, would have made 
a halt, and discontinued efforts by which I was far 
more likely to diminish my fame than to increase it. 
But as the celebrated John Wilkes is said to have 
explained to his late Majesty that he himself, amid 
his full tide of popularity, was never a Wilkite, so 
I can, with honest truth, exculpate myself from hav- 
ing been at any time a partisan of my own poetry, 
even when it was in the highest fashion with the 
million. It must not be supposed that I was either 
so ungrateful or so superabundantly candid as to 
despise or scorn the value of those whose voice had 
elevated me so much higher than my own opinion 
told me I deserved. I felt, on the contrary, the 
more grateful to the public, as receiving that, from 
partiality to me, which I could not have claimed 
from merit; and I endeavored to deserve the par- 
tiality by continuing such exertions as I was capable 
of for their amusement. 

It may be that I did not, in this continued course 
of scribbling, consult either the interest of the pub- 



Si2 AUTHORS PREFACE. 

lie or mj own. But the former liad effectual means 
of defending themselves, and could by their coldness 
sufficiently check any approach to intrusion; and for 
myself, I had now for several years dedicated my 
hours so much to literary labor, that I should have 
felt difficulty in employing myself otherwise ; and 
so, like Dogberry, I generously bestowed all my 
tediousness on the public, comforthig myself with 
the reflection that if posterity should think me un- 
deserving of the favor with Avhich I was regarded 
by my contemporaries, " they could not but say I 
had the crown,^-* and had enjoyed for a time that 
popularity which is so much coveted. 

I conceived, however, that I held the distinguished 
situation I had obtained, however unworthily, rather 
like the champion of pugilism,^ on the condition 



In twice five years the 'greatest living poet,' 
Like to the champion in the fisty ring. 

Is called on to support his claim, or show it, 
Although 't is an imaginary thing," etc. 

Bon Juan, canto xi. st. 55. 



AUTHORS PREFACE. 23 

of being always ready to show proofs of my skill, 
than in the manner of the champion of chivalry, 
who performs his duties only on rare and solemn 
occasions. I was in any case conscious that I could 
not long hold a situation Avhich the caprice, rather 
tlian the judgment, of the public had bestowed upon 
me, and preferred being deprived of my precedence 
by some more worthy rival, to sinking into contempt 
for my indolence, and losing my reputation by what 
Scottish lawyers call the negative prescription. Ac- 
cordingly, those who choose to look at the Introduc- 
tion to ^'^ Rokeby," in the present edition, will be 
able to trace the steps by which I declined as a poet 
to figure as a novelist ; as the ballad says. Queen 
Eleanor sunk at Charing-Cross to rise again at 
Queenhithe. 

It only remains for me to say that during my 
short pre-eminence of popularity I faithfully ob- 
served the rules of moderation which I had resolved 
to follow before I began my course as a man of 
letters. If a man is determined to make a noise in 



24 AUTHOR'S PREFACE. 

the world, he is as sure to eucoiiiiter abuse and ridi- 
cule as he who gallops furiously through a village 
must reckon on being followed by the curs in full 
cry. Experienced persons know that in stretching 
to flog the latter, the rider is very apt to catch a 
bad fall ; nor is an attempt to chastise a malignant 
critic attended with less danger to the author. On 
ihis princij)le, I let parody, burlesque, and squibs find 
their owii level ; and while the latter hissed most 
fiercely, I was cautious never to catch them up, as 
schoolboys do, to throw them back against the 
naughty boy who fired them off, wisely remember- 
ing that they are, in such cases, apt to explode in 
the handling. Let me add that my reign ^ (since 
Byron has so called it) was marked by some instan- 
ces of good-nature as well as patience. I never 
refused a literary person of merit such services in 
smoothing his way to the public as were in my 



^ *' Sir Walter reigned before," etc. 

Bofi Juan, canto xi. st. 57- 



AUTHORS PREFACE. 25 

power ; and I had the advantage — rather an uncom- 
mon one with our irritable race — to enjoy general 
favor without incurring permanent ill-will, so far as 
is known to me, among any of my contemporaries. 

W, S. 
Abbotsford, April, 1830. 



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CONTENTS. 



American Publishers' Preface 

Author's Preface 

Argument 

Canto Pirst 

" Second ..... 

" TuiRD 

Fourth ...... 

" Pifth ...,..• 

" Sixth 



PAGE 
9 

13 

33 

39 
79 
121 
157 
197 
239 



ILisit Of Illustrations^ 



The Lady of the Lake = . Frontispiece 



Half Title to Canto First. — Saint Fillan's Hill . 37 

" The wild heaths of Uam -Var " . ...,.., 41 

The Brigg of Turk. — From the North .... 44 

" 111 the deep Trosachs' wildest nook " 47 

[Benvemie, from the Trosachs' road.] 

Ellen's Isle 52 

" In listening mood, she seemed to stand. 

The guardian Naiad of the strand " 55 

" His stately mien as well implied 

A high-born heart, a martial pride " 59 



At length, with Ellen in a grove 

He seemed to walk and speak of love "..... 71 



30 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 

Half Title to Canto Second. — Locli Katrine : 

The Strand 17 

" Soothing she answered him : ' Assuage, 
Mine honored friend, the fears of age' " 85 

" Brackliim's thundering wave " 91 

*' And near, and nearer as they rowed, 
Distinet the martial ditty flowed " 96 

[Brianchoil Poiut.j 

"And, at her whistle, on her hand 
The falcon took liis favorite stand" 100 

" Tiien plunged he in the flashing tide " 114 



Half Title to Canto Thikd. — In Leny Pass . . 119 

" Brian the Hermit by it stood, 
Barefooted, in his frock and hood ".,.... 124 

" Ben-an's gray scalp the accents knew " 131 

[Ben-an, from Loch Katrine.] 



Half Title to Canto Fourth. — Achray Water: 

The Pord 155 

Up Glenfinlas 158 



LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 31 

Ruins op Doune Castle. — From the Ardocli . . 1G4 

" Sooth was my prophecy of fear; 
Beheve it when it augurs cheer " 168 

" Ellen, thy hand — the ring is thiue ; 
Each guard and usher knows the sign " 177 

'•' With cautious step and ear awake, 
He climbs the crag and threads tlie brake "... 188 

Half Title to Canto Fifth. — Coilantogle Ford . 195 
Stirling Castle 202 

" Sweeps through the plain, and ceaseless mines 
On Bochastle the mouldering lines " 210 

" Unbonneted, and by the wave 
Sat down his brow and hands to lave " 216 

" Gray Stirling, with her towers and town, 
Upon their fleet career looked down " 224 

Half Title to Canto Sixth. — The Dungeon Gate . 237 

" Boldly she spoke : ' Soldiers, attend ! 
My father was the soldier's friend '" . ..... 245 



32 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 

'•' Where shall he find, in foreign land, 
So lone a lake, so sweet a strand ! " 255 

" Now westward rolls the battle's din. 
That deep and doubling pass within " 260 

[The Pass of Beal-an-duine.] 

" On many a splendid garb she gazed, — 
Then turned bewildered and amazed " . . . , . 269 



ARGUMENT. 



The scene of the following Poem is laid cliiefly iu the 
vicinity of Loch Katrine, in the Western Higlilands of Perth- 
shire. The time of Action includes Six Days, and the trans- 
actions of each Day occupy a Canto. 



CANTO FIRST 

THE CHASE. 



The chase 




SAINT FILLAN'S HILL 



THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



CANTO FIKST. 

THE CHASE. 

Harp of tlie North ! that mouldering long hast hung 

On the witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan's spring, 
And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung. 

Till envious ivy did around thee cling, 
Muffling with verdant ringlet every string, — 

O Minstrel Harp, still must thine accents sleep ? 
Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring, 

Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep, 
Nor bid a warrior smile, nor teach a maid to weep ? 

Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon, 

Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd, 
When lay of hopeless love, or glory won, 

Aroused the fearful or subdued the proud. 
At each according pause was heard aloud 

Thine ardent symphony sublime and high ! 
Pair dames and crested chiefs attention bowed ; 

For still the burden of thy minstrelsy 
Was Knighthood's dauntless deed, and Beauty's matchless 
.eye. 



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Oh, wake once more ! liow rude soe'er the hand 
That ventures o'er thy magic maze to stray ; 

Oh, wake once more ! though scarce my skill command 
Some feeble echoing of thine earlier lay : 

Though harsh and faint, and soon to die away, 

- And all unworthy of thy nobler strain, 

Yet if one heart throb higher at its sway, 

The wizard note has not been touched in vain. 

Then silent be no more ! Enchantress, wake ajrain ! 



The stag at eve had drunk his fill, 

Where danced the moon on Monan's rill. 

And deep his midnight lair had made 

In lone Glenartney's hazel shade ; 

But when the sun his beacon red 

Had kindled on Benvoirlich's head, 

The deep-mouthed bloodhound's heavy bay 

Kesounded up the rocky way. 

And faint, from farther distance borne, 

Were heard the clanging hoof and horn. 

II. 

As Chief, who hears his warder call, 

" To arms ! the foemen storm the wall," 

The antlered monarch of t]ie waste 

Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. 

But ere his fleet career he took. 

The dow-drops from his flanks he shook; 



THE CHASE. 



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Like crested leader proud and high 
Tossed his beamed frontlet to the sky 
A moment gazed adown the dale, 
A moment snuffed the tainted g-ale. 




A moment listened to the cry, 
That thickened as the chase drew nigh ; 
Then, as the headmost foes appeared, 
With one brave bound the copse he cleared. 



42 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

And, stretching forward free and far, 
Souglit the wild heaths of Uam-Var. 



III. 

Yelled on the view the opening pack ; 
Kock, glen, and cavern paid them back ; 
To many a mingled sound at once 
The awakened mountain gave response. 
A hundred dogs bayed deep and strong, 
Clattered a hundred steeds along, 
Their peal the merry horns rung out, 
A hundred voices joined the shout ; 
With hark and whoop and wild halloo, 
No rest Benvoirlich's echoes knew. 
Far from the tumult fled the roe. 
Close in her covert cowered the doe, 
The falcon, from her cairn on high, 
Cast on the ront a wondering eye, 
Till far beyond her piercing ken 
The hurricane had swept the glen. 
Faint, and more faint, its failing din 
Eeturned from cavern, clifl^, and linn. 
And silence settled, wide and still, 
On the lone wood and mighty hill. 



IV. 

Less loud the sounds of sylvan war 
Disturbed the heights of Uam-Var, 



THE CHASE. 43 

And roused the cavern where, 't is told, 
A giant made his den of old ; 
For ere tliat steep ascent was won, 
Higli in his pathway hung the sun. 
And many a gallant, stayed perforce. 
Was fain to breathe his faltering horse. 
And of the trackers of the deer 
Scarce half the lessening pack was near; 
So shrewdly on the niountain-side 
Had the bold burst their mettle tried. 



V. 

The noble stag was pausing now 
Upon the mountain's southern brow, 
Where broad extended, far beneath, 
The varied realms of fair Menteith. 
With anxious eye he wandered o'er 
Mountain and meadow, moss and moor, 
And pondered refuge from his toil. 
By far Lochard or Aberfoyle. 
But nearer was the copsewood gray 
That waved and wept on Loch Achray, 
And mingled with the pine-trees blue 
On the bold cliffs of Ben venue. 
Fresh vigor with the hope returned. 
With flying foot the heath he spurned, 
Held westward with uuAvearied race. 
And left behind the panting chase. 



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THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 




YI. 

'T were long to tell what steeds gave o'er, 
As swept tlie hunt through Canibusmore ; 
What reins were tightened in despair, 
When rose Ik^nledi's ridge in air ; 
Who flagged upon Bochastle's heath, 
Who shunned to stem the flooded Teith, — 



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THE CHASE. 45 

For twice tliat day, from shore to shore, 
The gallant stag swam stoutly o'er. 
Few were the stragglers, following far, 
That reached the lake of Veiinachar ; 
And w^hen the Brigg of Turk was won, 
The headmost horseman rode alone. 



VII. 

Alone, but with uidjated zeal, 

That horseman plied the scourge and steel ; 

For jaded now, and spent with toil, 

Embossed with foam, and dark with soil, 

While every gasp Avith sobs he drew, 

The laboring stag strained full in view. 

Two dogs of black Saint Hubert's breed, 

Unmatched for courage, breath, and speed, 

Fast on his flying traces came, 

And all but won that desperate game; 

For, scarce a spear's length from his hauncli 

Vindictive toiled the bloodhounds stanch ; 

Nor nearer might the dogs attain, 

Nor farther might the quarry strain. 

Thus up the margin of the lake. 

Between the precipice and brake, 

O'er stock and rock their race they take. 

VIII. 

The Hunter marked that mountain high, 
The lone lake's western boundary, 



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THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

And deemed the stag must turn to bay, 
Where that huge rampart barred the way ; 
Ah'eady glorying in the prize, 
Measured his antlers with his eyes ; 
For the death-Avound and death-halloo 
Mustered his breath, his whinyard drew : — 
But thundering as he came prepared, 
With ready arm and weapon bared. 
The wily quarry shunned the shock. 
And turned him from the opposing rock ; 
Then, dashing down a darksome glen, 
Soon lost to hound and Hunter's ken, 
In the deep Trosachs' wildest nook 
His solitary refuge took. 
There, while close couched the thicket shed 
Cold dews and wild flowers on his head. 
He heard the baffled dogs in vain 
Rave through the hollow pass amain, 
Chiding the rocks that yelled again. 



IX. 

Close on the hounds the Hunter came. 
To cheer them on the vanished game ; 
But, stumbling in the rugged dell. 
The gallant horse exhausted fell. 
The impatient rider strove in vain 
To rouse him with the spur and rein, 
For the good steed, his labors o'er. 
Stretched his stiff limbs, to rise no more 



THE CHASE. 

Then, touched with pity and remorse, 
He sorrowed o'er the expiring horse. 
" I little thought, when first thy rein 



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I slacked upon the banks of Seine, 
That Higldand eagle e'er should feed 
On thy fleet limbs, my matchless steed ! 



48 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day, 
That costs thy life, my gallant gray! " 



X. 

Then through the dell his horn resounds, 
From vain pursuit to call the hounds. 
Back limped, with slow and crippled pace, 
The sulky leaders of the chase ; 
Close to their master's side they pressed, 
With drooping tail and humbled crest; 
But still the dingle's holloAv throat 
Prolonged the swelling bugle-note. 
The oAvlets started from their dream, 
The eagles answered with their scream. 
Round and around the sounds were cast. 
Till echo seemed an answering blast ; 
And on tlie Hunter hied his way, 
To join some comrades of the day, 
Yet often paused, so strange the road, 
So wondrous were the scenes it showed. 



XI. 

The western waves of ebbing day 
Rolled o'er the glen their level way ; 
Each purple peak, each flinty spire, 
Was bathed in floods of living fire. 
But not a setting beam could glow 
Within the dark ravines below, 



THE CHASE. 49 

"Where twined the path in shadow liid, 

Round many a rocky pyramid, 

Shooting abruptly from the dell 

Its thunder-splintered pinnacle ; 

Round many an insulated mass, 

The native bulwarks of the pass. 

Huge as the tower which builders vain 

Presumptuous piletl on Shinar's plain. 

The rocky summits, split and rent, 

Formed turret, dome, or battlement, 

Or seemed fantastically set 

With cupola or minaret, 

Wild crests as pagod ever decked, 

Or mosque of Eastern architect. 

Nor were these earth-born castles bare. 

Nor lacked they many a banner fair ; 

For, from their shivered brows displayed, 

Far o'er the unfathomable glade, 

All twinkling with the dewdrop sheen, 

The brier-rose fell in streamers green, 

And creeping shrubs of thousand dyes 

Waved in the west-wind's summer sisrhs. 



XII 



(X 



Boon nature scattered, free and wild, 
Each plant or flower, the mountain's child. 
Here eglantine embalmed the air, 
Hawthorn and hazel mingled there ; 
The primrose pale and violet flower 



THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Found in each, clift a narrow bower ; 
Poxgiove and nightshade, side by side, 
Emblems of punishment and pride, 
Grouped their dark hues with every stain 
The weather-beaten crags retain. 
With boughs that quaked at every breath. 
Gray birch and aspen wept beneath ; 
Aloft, the ash and warrior oak 
Cast anchor in the rifted rock ; 
And, higher yet, the pine-tree hung 
His shattered trunk, and frequent flung. 
Where seemed the cliffs to meet on high, 
His boughs athwai't the narrowed sky. 
Highest of all, where white peaks glanced, 
Where glistening streamers waved and danced, 
The wanderer's eye conld barely view 
The summer heaven's delicious blue ; 
So wondrous wild, the whole might seem 
Tlie scenery of a fairy dream. 



XIII. 

Onward, amid the copse 'gan peep 
A narrow inlet, still and deep, 
Affording scarce such breadth of brim 
As served the wild duck's brood to swim. 
Lost for a space, through thickets veering 
But broader when again appearing, 
Tall rocks and tufted knolls their face 
Could on the dark-blue mirror trace ; 



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And farther as the Hunter strayed, 
Still broader sweep its channels made. 
The shaggy mounds no longer stood, 
Emerging from entangled wood. 
But, wave-encircled, seemed to float, 
Like castle girdled with its moat ; 
Yet broader floods extending still 
Divide them from their parent hill, 
Till each, retiring, claims to be 
An islet in an inland sea. 



XIV. 

And now, to issue from the glen. 

No pathway meets the wanderer's ken. 

Unless he climb with footing nice 

A far-projecting precipice. 

The broom's tough roots his ladder made, 

The hazel saplings lent their aid; 

And thus an airy point he won, 

Where, gleaming with the setting sun. 

One burnished sheet of living gold, 

Loch Katrine lay beneath him rolled, 

In all her length far winding lay, 

With promontory, creek, and bay. 

And islands that, empurpled bright. 

Floated amid the livelier light, 

And mountains that like giants stand 

To sentinel enchanted land. 

Hio'h on the south, huge Benvenue 



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Down to the lake in masses threw 

Crags, knolls, and mounds, confusedly hurled, 

The fragments of an earlier world ; 

A wildering forest feathered o'er 

His ruined sides and summit hoar, 

While on the north, through middle air, 

Ben-an heaved high his forehead bare. 



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XV. 

From the steep promontory gazed 

The stranger, raptured and amazed, 

And, " What a scene were here," he cried, 

" For princely pomp or churchman's pride ! 

On this bold brow, a lordly tower; 

In that soft vale, a lady's bower ; 

On yonder meadow far away, 

The turrets of a cloister gray ; 

How blithely might the bugle-horn 

Chide on the lake the lingering morn ! 

How sweet at eve the lover's lute 

Chime when the groves w^re still and mute ! 

And when the midnight moon should lave 

Her forehead in the silver wave, 

How solemn on the ear would come 

The holy matins' distant hum. 

While the deep peal's commanding tone 

Should wake, in yonder islet lone, 

A sainted hermit from his cell. 

To drop a bead with every knell ! 

And bugle, lute, and bell, and all, 

Should each bewildered stranger call 

To friendly feast and lighted hall. 



XVI. 

*' Blithe were it then to wander here ! 
But now — beshrew yon nimble deer-^— 



54 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Like that same hermit's, thin and spare, 
The copse must give my evening fare ; 
Some mossy bank my couch must be, 
Some rustling oak my canopy. 
Yet pass we that ; the war and chase 
Give little choice of resting-place; — 
A summer night in greenwood spent 
Were but to-morrow's merriment : 
But hosts may in these wilds abound, 
Such as are better missed than found; 
To meet with Highland plunderers here 
Were worse than loss of steed or deer. — 
I am alone ; — my bugle-strain 
May call some straggler of the train ; 
Or, fall the worse that may betide. 
Ere now this falchion has been tried." 



XVII. 

But scarce again his horn he wound, 

When lo ! forth starting at tlie sound, 

From underneath an aged oak 

That slanted from the islet rock, 

A damsel guider of its way, 

A little skitf shot to the bay, 

That round the promontory steep 

Led its deep line in graceful sweep. 

Eddying, in almost viewless wave. 

The weeping Avillow twig to lave. 

And kiss, with whispering sound and slow, 



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The beach of pebbles bright as snow. 
The boat had touched this silver strand 
Just as the Hunter left his stand. 



56 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

And stood concealed amid the brake, 

To view this Lady of the Lake. 

The maiden paused, as if again 

She thought to catch the distant strain. 

With head upraised, and look intent. 

And eye and ear attentive bent, 

And locks flung back, and lips apart, 

Like monument of Grecian art, 

Li listening mood, she seemed to stand. 

The guardian Naiad of the strand. 



XVIII. 

And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace 

A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace, 

Of finer form or lovelier face ! 

What though the sun, with ardent frown, 

Had slightly tinged her cheek witli brown, — 

The sportive toil, which, short and light. 

Had dyed her glowing hue so bright. 

Served too in hastier swell to show 

Short glimpses of a breast of snow : 

What though no ride of courtly grace 

To measured mood had trained her pace, — 

A foot more light, a step more true. 

Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew ; 

E'en the slight harebell raised its head, 

Elastic from her airy tread : 

What though upon her speech there hung 

The accents of the mountain tongue, — 



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Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear, 
The listener held his breath to hear ! 



XIX. 

A chieftain's daiig-hter seemed the maid ; 
Her satin snood, her silken plaid, 
Her golden brooch, such birth betrayed. 
And seldom Avas a snood amid 
Such wild luxuriant ringlets hid, 
Whose glossy black to shame might brinj 
The plumage of the raven's wing ; 
And seldom o'er a breast so fair 
Mantled a plaid with modest care. 
And never brooch the folds combined 
Above a heart more good and kind. 
Her kindness and her Avorth to spy. 
You need but gaze on Ellen's eye ; 
Not Katrine in her mirror blue 
Gives back the shaggy banks more true, 
Than every free-born glance confessed 
The guileless movements of her breast ; 
Whether joy danced in her dark eye, 
Or woe or pity claimed a sigh, 
Or filial love was glowing there, 
Or meek devotion poured a prayer. 
Or tale of injury called forth 
The indignant spirit of the North. 
One only passion unrevealed 
With maiden pride the maid concealed. 



58 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Yet not less purely felt the flame ; — 
Oh, need I tell that passion's name ? 



XX. 

Impatient of the silent horn, 
Now on the gale her voice was borne : — 
"Father!" she cried ; the rocks around 
Loved to prolong the gentle sound. 
AAvhile she paused, no answer came; — 
" Malcolm, Avas thine the blast ? " the name 
Less resolutely uttered fell, 
The echoes could not catch the swell. 
" A stranger I," the Huntsman said, 
Advancing from the hazel shade. 
The maid, alarmed, with hasty oar 
Pushed her light shallop from the shore 
And when a space was gained between, 
Closer she drew her bosom's screen ; — 
So forth the startled swan would swing, 
So turn to prune his ruffled Aving. 
Then safe, though fluttered and amazed, 
She paused, and on the stranger gazed. 
Not his the form, nor his the eye, 
That youthful maidens Avont to fly. 



XXI. 

On his bold visage middle age 
Had slightly pressed its signet sage. 



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Yet had not quenched the open truth 
And fiery vehemence of youth ; 
Forward and frolic i>:lee was there. 



60 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

The will to do, the soul to dare, 

The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire, 

Of hasty love or headlong ire. 

His limbs Avere cast in manly mould 

For hardy sports or contest bold ; 

And though in peaceful garb arrayed, 

And weaponless except his blade, 

His stately mien as well implied 

A high-born heart, a martial pride, 

As if a baron's crest he wore, 

And sheathed in armor trode the shore. 

Slighting the petty need he showed. 

He told of his benighted road ; 

His ready speech flowed fair and free, 

In phrase of gentlest courtesy. 

Yet seemed that tone and gesture bland 

Less used to sue than to command. 



XXIT. 

Awliile the maid the stranger eyed, 
And, reassured, at length replied. 
That Highland halls were open still 
To wildered wanderers of the hill. 
" Nor think you unexpected come 
To yon lone isle, our desert home ; 
Before the heath had lost the dew, 
This morn, a couch was pulled for you ; 
On yonder mountain's purple head 
Have ptarmigan and heath-cock bled. 



THE CHASE. 61 

And our broad nets have swept the mere, 
To furnish forth your evening cheer." — 
" Now, by the rood, my lovely maid. 
Your courtesy has erred," he said ; 
" No right have 1 to claim, misplaced, 
Tlie Avelcome of expected guest. 
A wanderer, here by fort\ine tost, 
My way, ray frieiuls, my courser lost, 
I ne'er before, believe me, fair, 
Have ever drawn your mountain air. 
Till on this lake's romantic strand 
I found a fay in fiiiry land ! " — 



XXIII. 

" I Avell believe," the maid replied. 

As her liglit skiff approached the side, — 

" I Avell believe, that ne'er before 

Your foot has trod Loch Katrine's shore 

But yet, as far as yesternight, 

Old Allan-bane foretold your plight, — • 

A gray-haired sire, whose eye intent 

Was on the visioned future bent. 

He saw your steed, a dappled gray, 

Lie dead beneatli the birchen way ; 

Painted exact your form and mien. 

Your hunting-suit of Lincoln green, 

That tasselled horn so gayly gilt, 

That falchion's crooked blade and hilt, 

That cap with lieron plumage trim, 



62 TEE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

And yon two hounds so dark and grim. 

He bade tliat all should ready be 

To grace a guest of fair degree ; 

But light I held his prophecy, 

And deemed it was my father's horn 

Whose echoes o'er the lake were borne." 



XXIV. 

The stranger smiled : — " Since to your home 

A destined errant-knight I come, 

Announced by prophet sooth and old, 

Doomed, doubtless, for achievement bold, 

I '11 lightly front each high emprise 

For one kind glance of those bright eyes. 

Permit me first the task to guide 

Your fairy frigate o'er the tide." 

The maid, with smile suppressed and sly, 

Tlie toil unwonted saw him try ; 

For seldom, sure, if e'er before, 

His noble hand had grasped an oar : 

Yet with main strength his strokes he drew, 

And o'er the lake the shallop flew; 

With heads erect and whimpering cry. 

The hounds behind their passage ply. 

Nor frequent does the bright oar break 

The darkening min-or of the lake, 

Until the rocky isle they reach. 

And moor their shallop on the beach. 



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XXV. 

The stranger viewed the shore around ; 
'T Avas all so close with copsewood bound, 
Nor track nor pathway might declare 
That human foot frequented tliere, 
Until the mountain maiden showed 
A clambering unsuspected road, 
That winded through the tangled screen, 
And opened on a narrow green, 
Where weeping birch and willow round 
With their long fibres swept the ground. 
Here, for retreat in dangerous hour, 
Some chief had framed a rustic bower. 



XXVI. 

It was a lodge of ample size, 

But strange of structure and device ; 

Of such materials as around 

The workman's hand had readiest found. 

Lopped of their boughs, their hoar trunks bared. 

And by the hatchet rudely squared, 

To give the walls their destined height, 

The sturdy oak and ash unite; 

While moss and clay and leaves combined 

To fence each crevice from the wind. 

The lighter pine-trees overhead 

Their slender length for rafters spread, 

And withered heath and rushes dry 



64 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Supplied ta russet canopy. 

Due westAvard, fronting to the green, 

A rural portico was seen, 

Aloft on native pillars borne. 

Of mountain fir with bark unshorn, 

Where Ellen's liand had taught to twine 

Tlie ivy and Rhran vine, 

The clematis, the favored flower 

"Which boasts the name of virgin-bower. 

And every hardy plant could bear 

Loch Katrine's keen and searching air. 

An instant in this porch she stayed. 

And gayly to the stranger said : 

" On heaven and on thy lady call, 

And enter the enchanted hall ! " 



XXVII. 

" My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, 
My gentle guide, in following thee! " — 
He crossed the threshold, — and a clang 
Of angry steel that instant rang. 
To, his bold brow his spirit rushed. 
But soon for vain alarm he blushed. 
When on the floor he saw displayed, 
Cause of the din, a naked blade 
Dropped from the sheath, that careless flung 
Upon a stag's huge antlers swung; 
For all around, the walls to grace, 
Hung trophies of the fight or chase : 



THE CHASE. 65 

A target there, a bugle here, 
A battle-axe, a hunting-spear, 
And broadswords, bows, and arrows store, 
With the tusked trophies of the boar. 
Here grins the wolf as w^hen he died. 
And there the wild-cat's brindled hide 
The frontlet of the elk adorns, 
Or mantles o'er the bison's horns ; 
Pennons and flags defaced and stained, 
That blackening streaks of blood retained, 
And deer-skins, dappled, dun, and white. 
With otter's fur aud seal's unite, 
In rude and uncouth tapestry all, 
To garnish forth the sylvan liall. 



XXVIIT. 

The wondering stranger round him gazed, 
And next the fallen weapon raised : — 
Few were the arms whose sinewy strength 
Sufficed to stretch it forth at length. 
And as the brand he poised and swayed, 
*' I never knew but one," he said, 
*' Whose stalwart arm might brook to wield 
A blade like this in battle-field." 
She sighed, then smiled and took the word : 
"You see the guardian champion's sword; 
As light it trembles in his hand 
As in my grasp a hazel wand : 



66 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

My sire's tall form might grace the part 
Of Perragus or Ascabart, 
But in the absent giant's hold 
Are women now, and menials old." 



XXIX. 

The mistress of the mansion came, 

Mature of age, a graceful dame. 

Whose easy step and stately port 

Had well become a princely court, 

To whom, though more than kindred knew. 

Young Ellen gave a mother's due. 

Meet welcome to her guest she made, 

And every courteous rite was paid 

That hospitality could claim, 

Tliough all unasked his birth and name. 

Such then the reverence to a guest. 

That fellest foe might join the feast, 

And from his deadliest foeman's door 

Unquestioned turn, the banquet o*er. 

At length his rank the stranger names, 

" The Knight of Snowdoun, James Fitz-James ; 

Lord of a barren heritage. 

Which his brave sires, from age to age. 

By their good swords had held with toil ; 

His sire had fallen in such turmoil. 

And he, God wot, was forced to stand 

Oft for his right with blade in hand. 



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THE CHASE. Ql 

This morning with Lord Moray's train 
He chased a stalwart stag* in vain. 
Outstripped his comrades, missed the deer, 
Lost his good steed, and wandered here." 



XXX. 

Fain woukl the Knight in turn require 
The name and state of Ellen's sire. 
Well showed tlie elder lady's mien 
That courts and cities she had seen ; 
Ellen, thougli more her looks displayed 
The simple grace of sylvan maid, 
In speech and gesture, form and face. 
Showed she was come of gentle race. 
'T were strange in ruder rank to find 
Such looks, such manners, and such mind. 
Each hint the Knight of Snowdoun gave, 
Dame Margaret heard with silence grave ; 
Or Ellen, innocently gay, 
Turned all inquiry light away : — 
'• Weird women w^e ! by dale and down 
We dwell, afar from tower and town. 
We stem the flood, we ride the blast, 
On wandering knights our spells we cast ; 
While viewless minstrels touch the string, 
'T is thus our charmed rhymes we sing." 
She sung, and still a harp unseen 
Filled up the symphony between. 



THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



XXXI. 

SOXG. 

" Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, 

Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking 
Dream of battled fields no more, 

Days of danger, nights of waking. 
In our isle's enchanted hall. 

Hands unseen thy conch are strewing, 
Fairy strains of music fall, 

Every sense in slumber dewing. 
Soldier, rest ! thy Avarfare o'er, 
Dream of fighting fields no more ; 
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, 
Morn of toil, nor night of waking. 

" No rude sound shall reacli thine ear, 

Armor's clang or war-steed champing, 
Trump nor pibroch summon here 

Mustering clan or squadron tramping. 
Yet the lark's shrill fife may come 

At the daybreak from the fallow. 
And the bittern sound his drum. 

Booming from the sedgy shallow. 
Ruder sounds shall none be near. 
Guards nor warders challenge here. 
Here 's no war-steed's neigh and champing. 
Shouting clans or squadrons stamping." 



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XXXII. 

She paused, — tlien, bkisliing, led the lay, 

To grace the stranger of the day. 

Her mellow notes awhile prolong 

The cadence of the flowing song, 

Till to her lips in measured frame 

The minstrel verse spontaneous came. 

SONG CONTINUED. 

" Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done ; 

While our slumbrous spells assail ye, 
Dream not, with the rising sun. 

Bugles here shall sound reveille. 
Sleep ! the deer is in his den ; 

Sleep ! thy hounds are by thee lying ; 
Sleep ! nor dream in yonder glen 
How thy gallant steed lay dying. 
Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done ; 
Think not of the rising s\m, 
For at dawning to assail ye 
Here no buoies sound reveille." 



XXXIII. 

The hall was cleared, — the stranger's bed 
Was there of mountain heather spread, 
Where oft a hundred guests had lain, 
And dreamed their forest sports again. 



70 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

» 
But vainly did the heath -flower shed 

Its moorland fragrance round his head ; 

Not Ellen's spell had lulled to rest 

The fever of his troubled breast. 

In broken dreams the image rose 

Of varied perils, pains, and woes : 

His steed now flounders in the brake. 

Now sinks his barge upon the lake ; 

Now leader of a broken host, 

His standard falls, his honor s lost. 

Then, — from my couch may heavenly might 

Chase that worst phantom of the night ! — 

Again returned the scenes of youth, 

Of confident, undoubting truth ; 

Again his soul he interchanged 

With friends whose hearts were long estranged. 

They come, in dim procession led. 

The cold, the faithless, and the dead ; 

As warm each hand, each brow as gay, 

As if they parted yesterday. 

And doubts distract him at the view, — 

Oh, were his senses false or true ? 

Dreamed he of death or broken vow, 

Or is it all a vision now ? 



XXXIV. 

At length, with Ellen in a grove 

He seemed to walk and speak of love 

She listened with a blush and sigh, 



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His suit was warm, his hopes were high. 
He sought lier yielded hand to clasp, 
And a cold gauntlet met his grasp : 



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The phantom's sex was changed and gone, 

Upon its head a helmet shone \ 

Slowly enlarged to giant size. 

With darkened cheek and threateninsr eyes, 



THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

The grisly visage, stern and hoar, 

To Ellen still a likeness bore. — 

He woke, and, panting with affright, 

Kecalled the vision of the night. 

The hearth's decaying brands were red, 

And deep and dnsky lustre shed. 

Half showing, half concealing, all 

The uncouth trophies of the hall. 

Mid those the stranger fixed his eye 

Where that huge falchion hung on high, 

And thoughts on thoughts, a countless thi'ong. 

Rushed, chasing countless thoughts along, 

Until, the giddy whirl to cure. 

He rose and sought the moonshine pure. 



XXXV. 

The wild rose, eglantine, and broom 
Wasted around their rich perfume ; 
The birch-trees wept in fragrant balm j 
The aspens slept beneath the calm ; 
The silver light, with quivering glance, 
Played on the water's still expanse, — 
Wild were the heart Avhose passion's sway 
Could rage beneath the sober ray ! 
He felt its calm, that warrior guest. 
While thus he communed with his breast : 
" Why is it, at each turn I trace 
Some memory of that exiled race ? 
Can I not mountain nuiideii spy, 



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But she must bear the Dougkas eye? 
Can I not view a Highland brand, 
But it must match the Douglas hand ? 
Can I not frame a fevered dream, 
But still the Donglas is the theme ? 
I'll dream no more, — by manly mind 
Not even in sleep is will resigned. 
My midnight orisons said o'er, 
I '11 turn to rest, and dream no more." 
His midnight orisons he told, 
A prayer with every bead of gold, 
Consigned to heaven his cares and woes, 
xVnd snnjc in nndistnrbed repose, 
Until the heath-cock shrilly crew. 
And morning dawned on Ben venue. 




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The Island 




LOCH KATRINE: THE STRAND 



CANTO SECOND. 



THE ISLA.ND. 



At morn the black-cock trims his jetty wing, 

'T is raornino- prompts the linnet's blithest lay, 
All Nature's children feel the matin spring 

Of life reviving, with reviving day ; 
And while yon little bark glides down the bay, 

Wafting the stranger on his way again. 
Morn's genial influence roused a minstrel gray. 

And sweetly o'er the lake was heard thy strain, 
Mixed with the sounding harp, white-haired Allan-bane ! 



II. 

SONG. 

" Not faster yonder rowers' might 
Flings from their oars the spray. 

Not faster yonder rippling bright, 

Tliat tracks the shallop's course in light, 
Melts in the lake away, 

Than men from memory erase 

The benefits of former days ; 



80 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Then, stranger, go ! good speed the while, 
Nor think again of the lonely isle. 

" High place to thee in royal court. 

High place in battled line, 
Good hawk and hound for sylvan sport ! 
Where beauty sees the brave resort, 

The honored meed be thine ! 
True be thy sword, thy friend sincere, 
Thy lady constant, kind, and dear. 
And lost in love's and friendship's smile 
Be memory of the lonely isle ! 

III. 

SONG CONTINUED. 

" But if beneath yon southern sky 

A plaided stranger roam. 
Whose drooping crest and stifled sigh. 
And sunken cheek and heavy eye. 

Pine for his Higliland home ; 
Then, Avarrioi*, then be thine to show 
The care that soothes a wanderer's woe ; 
Remember then thy hap erewhile, 
A stranger in the lonely isle. 

* " Or if on life's uncertain main 
Mishap shall mar tliy sail ; 
If faithful, wise, and brave in vain. 



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Woe, want, and exile thou sustain 

Beneath the fickle gale ; 
Waste not a sigh on fortune changed, 
On thankless courts, or friends estranged, 
But come where kindred worth shall smile. 
To greet thee in the lonely isle.'* 



IV. 

As died the sounds upon the tide, 

The shallop reached the mainland side. 

And ere his onward way he took, 

The stranger cast a lingering look, 

Where easily his eye might reach 

The Harper on the islet beach, 

Reclined against a blighted tree, 

As wasted, gray, and worn as he. 

To minstrel meditation given. 

His reverend brow was raised to heaven, 

As from the rising sun to claim 

A sparkle of inspiring flame. 

His hand, reclined upon the wire, 

Seemed watching the awakening fire ; 

So still he sat as those who wait 

Till judgment speak the doom of fate ; 

So still, as if no breeze might dare 

To lift one lock of hoary hair ; 

So still, as life itself were fled 

In the last sound his harp had sped. 



83 THE LADF OF THE LAKE. 



V. , 

Upon a rock with lichens wild, 
Beside him Ellen sat and smiled. — 
Smiled she to see the stately drake 
Lead forth his fleet upon the lake, 
Wliile her vexed spaniel from the beach 
Bayed at the prize beyond his reach ? 
Yet tell me, tlien, the maid wlio knows, 
Why deepened on her cheek the rose ? — 
Forgive, forg-ive, Fidelity ! 
Perchance the maiden smiled to see 
Yon parting lingerer wave adieu, 
And stop and turn to wave anew; 
And, lovely ladies, ere your ire 
Condemn the heroine of my lyre, 
Show me the fair would scorn to spy 
And prize such conquest of her eye 1 



vr. 

Wliile yet he loitered on the spot, 
It seemed as Ellen marked him not ; 
But when he turned him to the glade. 
One courteous parting sign she made ; 
And after, oft the knight would say. 
That not when prize of festal day 
Was dealt him by the brightest fair 
Who e'er wore jewel in her hair, 
So highly did his bosom swell 



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As at that simple nmtc farewell. 

Now with a trusty mountain-guide, 

And his dark stag-hounds by his side, 

He parts, — the maid, unconscious still, 

Watched him wind slowly round the hill; 

But when his stately form was hid. 

The guardian in her bosom chid, — 

" Thy Malcolm ! vain and selfish maid ! " 

'T was thus upbraiding conscience said, — 

" Not so had Malcolm idly hung 

On the smooth phrase of Southern tongue ; 

Not so had Malcolm strained his eye 

Another step than thine to spy." — 

" Wake, Allan-bane," aloud she cried 

To the old minstrel by her side, — 

" Arouse thee from thy moody dream ! 

I '11 give thy harp heroic theme, 

And warm thee with a noble name ; 

Pour forth the glory of the Graeme ! " 

Scarce from her lip the word had rushed. 

When deep the conscious maiden blushed ; 

For of his clan, in hall and bower, 

Young Malcolm Grasme was held the flower. 



VII. 

The minstrel waked his harp, — three times 
Arose the well-known martial chimes, 
And thrice their high heroic pride 
In melancholy murmurs died. 



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THE LABY OF THE LAKE, 

" Vainly thou bidst, noble maid," 

Clasping his withered hands, he said, 

" Vainly thou bidst me wake the strain, 

Though all unwont to bid in vain. 

Alas ! than mine a mightier hand 

Has tuned my harp, my strings has spanned ! 

I touch the chords of joy, but low 

And mournful answer notes of woe ; 

And the proud march which victors tread 

Sinks in the wailing for the dead. 

Oh, well for me, if mine alone 

That dirge's deep prophetic tone ! 

If, as my tuneful fathers said, 

This harp, which erst Saint Modan swayed, 

Can thus its master's fate foretell. 

Then welcome be the minstrel's knell ! 



VIII. 

"But ah! dear lady, thus it sighed, 

The eve thy sainted mother died ; 

And such the sounds which, while I strove 

To wake a lay of war or love. 

Came marring all the festal mirth, 

Appalling me who gave them birth, 

And, disobedient to my call. 

Wailed loud through Bothwell's bannered hall, 

Ere Douglases, to ruin driven. 

Were exiled from their native heaven. — 

Oh ! if yet worse mishap and woe 



THE ISLAND. 



85 




My master's house must undergo, 
Or auglit but weal to Ellen fair 
Brood in these accents of despair, 
No future bard, sad Harp ! shall flint 
Triumph or rapture from thy string ; 



86 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

One short, one final strain shall flow. 
Fraught with unutterable woe, 
Then shivered shall thy fragments lie, 
Thy master cast him down and die ! " 



IX. 



Soothing- she answered him : '^Assuage, 

Mine honored friend, the fears of age ; 

All melodies to thee are known 

That harp has rung or pipe has blown, 

In Lowland vale or Highland glen, 

From Tweed to Spey — what marvel, then, 

At times unbidden notes should rise, 

Confusedly bound in memory's ties. 

Entangling, as they rush along. 

The war-mareh with the funeral song ? ■ — 

Small ground is now for boding fear; 

Obscure, but safe, we rest us here. 

My sire, in native virtue great. 

Resigning lordship, lands, and state, 

Not then to fortune more resigned 

Tiian yonder oak might give the wind ; 

The graceful foliage storms may reave. 

The noble stem they cannot grieve. 

For me" — she stooped, and, looking round, 

Plucked a blue harebell from the ground, — 

" For me, whose memory scarce conveys 

An image of more splendid days. 



THE ISLAND. 87 

This little flower that loves the lea 

May well my simple emblem be ; 

It drinks heaven's dew as blithe as rose 

That in tlie King's own garden grows ; 

And when I place it in my hair, 

Allan, a bard is bound to swear 

He ne'er saw coronet so fair." 

Then playfully the chaplet wild 

She wreathed in her dark locks, and smiled. 



Her smile, her speech, with winning sway 
Wiled the old Harper's mood away. 
With such a look as hermits throw, 
When angels stoop to soothe their woe, 
He gazed, till fond regret and pride 
Thrilled to a tear, then thus replied : 
" Loveliest and best ! thou little know'st 
The rank, the honors, thou hast lost ! 
Oh, might I live to see thee grace. 
In Scotland's court, thy birthright place. 
To see my favorite's step advance 
The lightest in the courtly dance, 
The cause of every gallant's sigh. 
And leading star of every eye. 
And theme of every minstrel's art, 
The Lady of the Bleeding Heart ! " 



88 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

XI. 

" Fair dreams are these," the maiden cried, 
Light was her accent, yet she sighed, — 
" Yet is this mossy rock to me 
Worth splendid chair and canopy ; 
Nor would my footstep spring more gay 
In courtly dance than blithe strathspey, 
Nor half so pleased mine ear incline 
To royal minstrel's lay as thine. 
And then for suitors proud and high. 
To bend before my conquering eye, — 
Thou, flattering bard ! thyself wilt say, 
That grim Sir Eoderick owns its sway. 
The Saxon scourge, Clan-Alpine's pride, 
The terror of Loch Lomond's side. 
Would, at my suit, thou know'st, delay 
A Lennox foray — for a day." — 



XII. 

The ancient bard her glee repressed : 

" III hast thou chosen theme for jest ! 

For who, through all this western wild, 

Named Black Sir Koderick e'er, and smiled? 

Ill Holy-Eood a knight he slew ; 

I saw, when back the dirk he drew, 

Courtiers give place before the stride 

Of the undaunted homicide; 

\nd since, though outlawed, hath his hand 



THE ISLAND. 89 

Full sternly kept his mountain land. 

Who else dared give — ah ! woe the day. 

That I such hated truth should say ! — 

The Douglas, like a stricken deer, 

Disowned by every noble peer, 

Even the rude refuge we have here ? 

Alas, this wild marauding Chief 

Alone might hazard our relief. 

And now thy maiden charms expand, 

Looks for his guerdon in thy hand ; 

Full soon may dispensation sought. 

To back his suit, from Home be brought. 

Then, though an exile on the hill, 

Thy father, as the Douglas, still 

Be held in reverence and fear ; 

And though to Roderick thou'rt so dear 

That thou mightst guide with silken thread, 

Slave of thy will, this chieftain dread, 

Yet, O loved maid, thy mirth refrain ! 

Thy hand is on a lion's mane." — 



XIII. 

"Minstrel," the maid replied, and high 
Her father's soul glanced from her eye, 
" My debts to Eoderick's house I know : 
All that a mother could bestow 
To Lady Margaret's care I owe, 
Since first an orphan in the wild 
She sorrowed o'er her sister's child ; 



90 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

To her brave chieftain son, from ire 
Of Scotland's king who shrouds my sire, 
A deeper, holier debt is owed ; 
And, could I pay it with my blood, 
Allan ! Sir Roderick should command 
My blood, my life, — but not my hand. 
Rather will Ellen Douglas dwell 
A votaress in Maronnan's cell ; 
Rather through realms beyond the sea. 
Seeking the world's cold charity. 
Where ne'er was spoke a Scottish word, 
And ne'er the name of Douglas heard. 
An outcast pilgrim will she rove. 
Than wed the man she cannot love. 



XIV. 

" Thou shak'st, good friend, thy tresses gray, 

That pleading look, what can it say 

But what I own? — I grant him brave. 

But wild as Bracklinn's thundering wave ; 

And generous, — save vindictive mood 

Or jealous transport chafe his blood : 

I grant him true to friendly band. 

As his claymore is to his hand ; 

But oh ! that very blade of steel. 

More mercy for a foe would feel : 

I grant him liberal, to fling 

Among his clan the wealth they bring, 

When back by lake and glen they wind, 



THE ISLAND. 



91 




And in the Lowland leave behind, 
Where once some pleasant hamlet stood, 
A mass of ashes slaked with blood. 
The hand that for my father fought 
I honor, as his daughter ought; 
But can I clasp it reekuig red 



92 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

From peasants slauglitered in their shed ? j 

No ! wildly while his virtues gleam, j 

They make his passions darker seem, 

And flash along his spirit high, 

Like lightning o'er the midnight sky. 

While yet a child, — and children know, 

Instinctive taught, the friend and foe, — j 

I shuddered at his brow of gloom, i 

His shadowy plaid and sable plume ; j 

A maiden grown, I ill could bear ' 

His haughty mien and lordly air : 

But, if thou join'st a suitor's claim, 

In serious mood, to Eoderick's name, 

I thrill Avith anguish ! or, if e'er J 

A Douglas knew the word, with fear. ' 

To change such odious theme were best, — 

What think'st thou of our stranger guest ? " — 



XV. 

" What think I of him ? — woe the while 
That brought such wanderer to our isle ! 
Thy father's battle-brand, of yore 
Por Tine-man forged by fairy lore, 
What time he leagued, no longer foes, 
His Border spears with Hotspur's bows. 
Did, self-unscabbarded, foreshow 
The footstep of a secret foe. 
If courtly spy hath harbored here, 
What may avc for the Douglas fear ? 



THE ISLAND. 93 

What for this island, deemed of old 

Clan- Alpine's last and surest hold ? 

If neither spy nor foe, I pray 

What yet may jealous Roderick say? — 

Nay, wave not thy disdainful head ! 

Bethink thee of the discord dread 

That kindled when at Beltane game 

Thou ledst the dance with Malcolm Grseme ; 

Still, though thy sire the peace renewed. 

Smoulders in Eoderick's breast the feud : 

Beware ! — But hark ! what sounds are these ? 

My dull ears catch no faltering breeze, 

No weeping birch nor aspens wake, 

Nor breath is dimpling in the lake ; 

Still is the canna's hoary beard, 

Yet, by my minstrel faith, I heard — 

And hark again ! some pipe of war 

Sends the bold pibroch from afar." 



XVI. 

Far up the lengthened lake were spied 
Eour darkening specks upon the tide, 
That, slow enlarging on the view, 
Pour manned and masted barges grew, 
And, bearing downwards from Glengyle, 
Steered full upon the lonely isle ; 
The point of Brianchoil they passed, 
And, to the windward as they cast. 
Against the sun tliey gave to shine 



94 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, 

The bold Sir Eoderick's bannered Pine. 
Nearer and nearer as they bear, 
Spears, pikes, and axes flasli in air. 
Now might you see the tartans brave, 
And plaids and plumage dance and wave : 
Now see the bonnets sink and rise. 
As his tough oar the rower plies ; 
See, flashing at each sturdy stroke, 
Tlie wave ascending into smoke ; 
See the proud pipers on the bow, 
And mark the gaudy streamers flow 
From their loud chanters down, and sweep 
The furrowed bosom of the deep, 
As, rushing through the lake amain, 
They plied the ancient Highland strain. 



XVIT. 

Ever, as on they bore, more loud 

And louder rung the pibroch proud. 

At first the sounds, by distance tame. 

Mellowed along the waters came, 

And, lingering long by cape and bay, 

Wailed every harsher note away. 

Then bursting bolder on the ear. 

The clan's shrill Gathering they could hear. 

Those thrilling sounds that call the might 

Of old Clan-Alpine to the fight. 

Thick beat the rapid notes, as when 



The mustering hundreds shake the glen. 



THE ISLAND. 95 

And liurrying- at the signal dread, 
The battered earth returns their tread. 
Then prelude light, of livelier tone. 
Expressed their merry marching on, 
Ere peal of closing battle rose. 
With mingled outcry, shrieks, and blows ; 
And mimic din of stroke and ward, 
As broadsword upon target jarred ; 
And groaning pause, ere yet again. 
Condensed, the battle yelled amain : 
The rapid charge, the rallying shout, 
Eetreat borne headlong into rout. 
And bursts of triumph, to declare 
Clan- Alpine's conquest — all were there. 
Nor ended thus the strain, but slow 
Sunk in a moan prolonged and low. 
And changed the conquering clarion swell 
For wild lament o'er those that fell. 



XVIII. 

The war-pipes ceased, but lake and hill 
Were busy with their echoes still ; 
And, when they slept, a vocal strain 
Bade their hoarse chorus wake again. 
While loud a hundred clansmen raise 
Their voices in their Chieftain's praise. 
Each boatman, bending to his oar, 
With measured sweep the burden bore, 
In such wild cadence as the breeze 



96 



THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 




Makes throngli December's leafless trees. 
The chorus first could Allan know, 
" Roderick Vicli Alpine, ho ! iro ! " 
And near, and nearer as they rowed, 
Distinct the martial dittv flowed. 



THE ISLAND. 97 



XIX. 

BOAT SONG. 

Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances ! 

Honored and blessed be the ever-^reen Pine ! 
Long- may the tree, in his banner that glances, 
Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line ! 

Heaven send it happy dew, 

Earth lend it sap anew, 
Gayly to bourgeon and broadly to grow, 

While every Highland glen 

Sends our shout back again, 
" Eoderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe ! " 

Ours is no sapling, chance-sown by the fountain. 

Blooming at Beltane, in winter to fade ; 
When the whirlwind has stripped every leaf on tlie moun- 
tain. 
The more shall Clan-Alpine exult in her shade. 
Moored in the rifted rock, 
Proof to the tempest's shock. 
Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow ; 
Menteith and Breadalbane, then, 
Echo his praise again, 
" Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe ! " 



XX. 

Proudly our pibroch has thrilled in Glen Fruin, 
And Bannochar's groans to our slogan replied ; 



5 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Glen Luss and Ross-dim, they arc smoking in ruin, 
And the best of Loch Lomond lie dead on her side. 

Widow and Saxon maid 

Long- shall lament our raid. 
Think of Clan-Alpine with fear and with woe ; 

Lennox and Leven-glen 

Shake when they hear again, 
•■' Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe ! '* 

E.OW, vassals, row, for the pride of the Highlands ! 

Stretch to your oars for the ever-green Pine ! 
Oh that the rosebud that graces yon islands 

Were wreathed in a garland around him to twine ! 
Oh that some seedling gem, 
Worthy such noble stem, 
Honored and blessed in their shadow might grow ! 
Loud should Clan-Alpine then 
Ring from her deepmost glen, 
" Eoderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho ! ieroe ! " 



XXI. 

With all her joyful female band 
Had Lady Margaret sought the strand. 
Loose on the breeze their tresses flew, 
And high their snowy arms they threw, 
As echoing back with shrill acclaim. 
And chorus wild, the Chieftain's name ; 
While, prompt to please, with mother's art. 
The darling passion of his heart. 



THE ISLAND. 99 

The Dame called Ellen to the strand, 

To greet her kinsman ere he land : 

" Come, loiterer, come ! a Douglas thou, 

And shun to wreathe a victor's brow ? " 

Keluctantly and slow, the maid 

The unwelcome summoning obeyed, 

And when a distant bugle rung, 

In the mid-path aside she sprung : — ■ 

" List, Allan-bane ! Erom mainland cast 

I hear my father's signal blast. 

Be ours," she cried, " the skiff to guide. 

And waft him from the mountain-side." 

Then, like a sunbeam, swift and bright, 

She darted to her shallop light, 

And, eagerly while Roderick scanned. 

For her dear form, his mother's band, 

The islet far behind her lay, 

And she had landed in the bay. 



XXII. 

Some feelings are to mortals given 
With less of earth in them than heaven 
And if there be a human tear 
From passion's dross refined and clear, 
A tear so limpid and so meek 
It would not stain an angel's cheek, 
'T is that which pious fathers shed 
Upon a duteous daughter's head ! 
And as the Douglas to his breast 



100 



THE LADY OF TEE LAKE, 




His darling Ellen closely pressed, 
Such holy drops her tresses steeped, 
Thoug-h 't was an hero's eye that weeped. 
Nor while on Ellen's faltering tongue 
Her filial welcomes crowded hung, 
Marked she that fear — affection's proof- 



THE ISLAND. 101 

Still held a f^raceful youth aloof ; 

No ! not till Douglas uamed his name, 

Although the youth was Malcolm Graeme. 



XXIII. 

Allan, with wistful look tlie while, 

Marked Roderick landing on the isle ; 

His master piteously he eyed, 

Then gazed upon the Chieftain's pride, 

Then dashed with hasty hand away 

From his dimmed eye the gathering spray ; 

And Douglas, as his hand he laid 

On Malcolm's shoulder, kindly said : 

" Canst thou, young friend, no meaning spy 

In my poor follower's glistening eye ? 

I '11 tell thee : — he recalls the day 

When in my praise he led the lay 

O'er the arched gate of Bothwell proud, 

While many a minstrel answered loud, 

When Percy's Norman pennon, won 

In bloody field, before me shone, 

And twice ten knights, the least a name 

As mighty as yon Chief may claim, 

Gracing my pomp, behind me came. 

Yet trust me, Malcolm, not so proud 

Was I of all that marshalled crowd. 

Though the waned crescent owned my might, 

And in my train trooped lord and knight, 

Though Blantyre hymned her holiest lays. 



102 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

And Both well's bards flung back my praise, 
As when this old man's silent tear, 
And this poor maid's affection dear, 
A welcome give more kind and true 
Than aught my better fortunes knew. 
Forgive, my fi'iend, a father's boast, — 
Oh, it out-beggars all I lost ! " 



XXIV. 

Delightful praise ! — like summer rose, 
That brighter in the dew-drop glows, 
The bashful maiden's cheek appeared, 
For Douglas spoke, and Malcolm heard. 
The flush of shame-faced joy to hide, 
The hounds, the hawk, her cares divide ; 
Tlie loved caresses of the maid 
The dogs with crouch anil whimper paid ; 
And, at her whistle, on her hand 
The falcon took his favorite stand. 
Closed his dark wing, relaxed his eye, 
Nor, though unhooded, sought to fly. 
And, trust, while in such guise she stood, 
Like fabled Goddess of the wood. 
That if a father's partial thought 
O'erweighed her worth and beauty aught. 
Well might the lover's judgment fail 
To balance with a juster scale ; 
For with each secret glance he stole, 
The fond enthusiast sent his soul. 



THE ISLAND. 103 



XXV. 



Of stature fair, and slender frame, 

But firmly knit, was Malcolm Grseme. 

The belted plaid and tartan hose 

Did ne'er more graceful limbs disclose ; 

His flaxen hair, of sunny hue, 

Curled closely round his bonnet blue. 

Trained to the chase, liis eagle eye 

The ptarmigan iw snow could spy ; 

Each pass, by mountain, lake, and heath, 

He knew, through Lennox and Menteith ; 

Vain was tlie bound of dark-brown doe 

When Malcolm bent his sounding bow, 

And scarce that doe, though winged with fear, 

Outstripped in speed the mountaineer : 

Eight up Ben Lomond could he press, 

And not a sob his toil confess. 

His form accorded with a mind 

Lively and ardent, frank and kind ; 

A blither heart, till Ellen came. 

Did never love nor sorrow tame ; 

It danced as lightsome in his breast 

As played the feather on his crest. 

Yet friends, who nearest knew the youth, 

His scorn of wrong, his zeal for trutli. 

And bards, wdio saw his features bold 

When kindled by the tales of old. 

Said, were that youth to manhood grown. 

Not long should Roderick Dhu's renown 



104 TME LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Be foremost voiced by mountain fame, 
But quail to that of Malcolm Graeme. 

XXVI. 

Now back they wend their watery way, 
And, " my sire ! " did Ellen say, 
*' Why urge thy chase so far astray ? 
And wliy so late returned ? And why " — 
The rest was in her speaking eye. 
" My child, the chase I follow far, 
'T is mimicry of noble war ; 
And Avith that gallant pastime reft 
Were all of Douglas I have left. 
I met young Malcolm as I strayed 
Far eastward, in Glenfinlas' shade; 
Nor strayed I safe, for all around 
Hunters and horsemen scoured the ground. 
This youth, though still a royal ward, 
Risked life and land to be my guard, 
And through the passes of the wood 
Guided my steps, not unpursued ; 
And Roderick shall his welcome make, 
Despite old spleen, for Douglas' sake. 
Then must he seek Strath-Endrick glen, 
Nor peril aught for me again." 

XXVII. 

Sir Roderick, who to meet them came. 
Reddened at sight of Malcolm Graeme, 



THE ISLAND. 105 

Yet, not in action, word, or eye, 

Tailed aught in hospitality. ' 

In talk and sport they whiled away \ 

The morning of that summer day ; • 

But at high noon a courier light 

Held secret parley with the knight, 

Whose moody aspect soon declared 

That evil were the news he heard. 

Beep thought seemed toiling in his head ; 

Yet was the evening banquet made , 

Ere he assembled round the flame j 

His mother, Douglas, and the Graeme, j 

And Ellen too ; tlien cast around ! 

His eyes, then fixed them on the ground, ] 

As studying phrase that might avail j 

Best to convey unpleasant tale. I 

Long with his dagger's hilt he played, 1 

Then raised his haughty brow, and said : — | 



XXVIII. 

*' Short be my speech ; — nor time affords, 
Nor my plain temper, glozing words. 
Kinsman and father, — if such name 
Douglas vouchsafe to Roderick's claim ; 
Mine honored mother ; — Ellen, — why, 
My cousin, turn away thine eye ? — 
And Grseme, in whom I hope to know 
Full soon a noble friend or foe. 
When age shall give thee thy command, 



106 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

And leading in thy native land, — 

List all ! — The King's vindictive pride 

Boasts to have tamed the "Border-side, 

Where chiefs, with hound and hawk who caine 

To share their monarch's sylvan game, 

Themselves in bloody toils were snared. 

And when the banquet they prepared, 

And wide their loyal portals flung. 

O'er their own gateway struggling hung. 

Loud cries their blood from Meggat's mead, 

From Yarrow braes and banks of Tweed, 

Where the lone streams of Ettrick glide, 

And from the silver Teviot's side ; 

The dales, where martial clans did ride, 

Are now one sheep-walk, waste and wide. 

This tyrant of the Scottish throne, 

So faithless and so ruthless known. 

Now hither comes ; his end the same. 

The same pretext of sylvan game. 

What grace for Highland Chiefs, judge yc 

By fate of Border chivalry. 

Yet more; amid Glenfinlas' green, 

Douglas, thy stately form was seen. 

This by espial sure I know : 

Your counsel in the streio-ht I show." 



XXIX. 

Ellen and INIargaret fearfully 
Sought comfort in each other's eye. 



THE ISLAND. 107 

Then turned their ghastly look, each one, 

This to her sire, that to her son. 

The hasty color went and came 

In the bold cheek of Malcolm Graeme, 

But from his glance it well appeared 

'T was but for Ellen that he feared ; 

While, sorrowful, but undismayed. 

The Douglas thus his counsel said : 

" Brave Roderick, though the tempest roar, 

It may but thunder and pass o'er; 

Nor will I here remain an hour. 

To draw the lightning on thy bower; 

For Avell thou know'st, at this gray head 

The royal bolt were fiercest sped. 

For thee, who, at thy King's command. 

Canst aid him with a gallant band, 

Submission, homage, humbled pride. 

Shall turn the Monarch's wrath aside. 

Poor remnants of the Bleeding Heart, 

Ellen and I will seek apart 

The refuge of some forest cell, 

There, like the hunted qnarry, dwell, 

Till on the mountain and the moor 

The stern pursuit be passed and o'er," — 



XXX. 

"No, by mine honor," Roderick said, 

" So help me Heaven, and my good blade ! 

No, never ! Blasted be yon Pine, 



108 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

My father's ancient crest and mine. 

If from its shade in danger part 

The lineage of the Bleeding Heart ! 

Hear my blunt speech : grant me this maid 

To wife, thy counsel to mine aid ; 

To Douglas, leagued with Koderick Dhu, 

Will friends and allies flock enow ; 

Like cause of doubt, distrust, and grief, 

Will bind to us each AVcstern Chief. 

AYhen the loud pipes my bridal tell. 

The Links of Forth shall hear the knell. 

The guards shall start in Stirling's porch j 

And when I light the nuptial torch, 

A thousand villages in flames 

Shall scare the slumbers of King James ! — 

Nay, Ellen, blench not thus away, 

And, mother, cease these signs, I pray ; 

I meant not all my heat might say. — 

Small need of inroad or of tight, 

When the sage Douglas may unite 

Each mountain clan in friendly band, 

To guard the passes of their land. 

Till the foiled King from pathless glen 

Shall bootless turn him home again." 



XXXI. 

There are who have, at midnight hour, 
Li slumber scaled a dizzy tower, 
And, on the verffe that beetled o'er 



THE ISLAND. 109 

The ocean tide's incessant roar, 

Dreamed calmly out their dangerous dream, 

Till wakened by the morning beam ; 

When, dazzled by the eastern glow, 

Such startler cast his glance below, 

And saw unmeasured depth around, 

And heard uninterniitted sound, 

And thought the battled fence so frail, 

It waved like cobweb in the gale ; — 

Amid his senses' giddy wheel, 

Did he not desperate impulse feel, 

Headlong to plunge himself below, 

And meet the worst his fears foreshow ? — 

Thus Ellen, dizzy and astound. 

As sudden ruin yawned around, 

By crossing terrors Avildly tossed, 

Still for the Douglas fearing most, 

Could scarce the desperate thought withstand, 

To buy his safety with her hand. 



xxxri. 

Such purpose dread could Malcolm spy 
In Ellen's quivering lip and eye, 
And eager rose to speak, — but ere 
His tongue could hurry forth his fear, 
Had Douglas marked the hectic strife. 
Where death seemed combating with life 
For to her cheek, in feverish flood, 
One instant rushed the throbbing blood, 



110 THE LADY OF TEE LAKE. 

Then ebbing back, with sudden sway. 
Left its domain as wan as clay. 
" Kodericlv, enough ! enough ! " he cried, 
" My daughter cannot be thy bride ; 
Not that the blush to wooer dear. 
Nor paleness that of maiden fear. 
It may not be, — forgive her, Chief, 
Nor hazard aught for our relief. 
Against his sovereign, Douglas ne'er 
Will level a rebellious spear. 
'T was I that taught his youthful hand 
To rein a steed and wield a brand ; 
I see him yet, the princely boy ! 
Not Ellen more my pride and joy ; 
I love him still, despite my wi-ongs 
By hasty wrath and slanderous tongues. 
Oh, seeii the grace you well may find, 
Without a cause to mine combined ! " 



XXXIII. 

Twice through the hall the Chieftain strode 
The waving of his tartans broad, 
And darkened brow, where wounded pride 
With ire and disappointment vied. 
Seemed, by the torch's gloomy light, 
Like the ill Demon of the night, 
Stooping his pinions' shadowy sway 
Upon the iiighted pilgrim's w^ay : 
But, unrequited Love ! thy dart 



THE ISLAND, 111 

Plunged deepest its envenomed smart, 
And E-oderick, with thine anguish stung, 
At length the hand of Douglas wrung. 
While eyes that mocked at tears before 
With bitter drops were running o'er. 
The death-pangs of long-clierishcd hope 
Scarce in that ample breast had scope, 
But, struggling with his spirit proud, 
Convulsive heaved its checkered shroud, 
While every sob — so mute were all — 
Was heard distinctly through the hall. 
The son's despair, the mother's look, 
111 might the gentle Ellen brook ; 
She rose, and to her side there came, 
To aid her parting steps, the Graeme. 



XXXIV. 

Then Roderick from the Douglas broke — 
As flashes flame through sable smoke. 
Kindling its wreaths, long, dark, and low. 
To one broad blaze of ruddy glow. 
So the deep anguish of despair 
Burst, in fierce jealousy, to air. 
With stalwart grasp his hand he laid 
On Malcolm's breast and belted plaid : 
" Back, beardless boy ! " he sternly said, 
" Back, minion ! holdst thou thus at nought 
The lesson I so lately taught ? 
This roof, the Douglas, and that maid, 



112 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Thank thou for punishment dekyed." 

Eager as greyhound on his game, 

Fiercely with Eoderick grappled Gr^me. 

" Perish my name, if aught afford 

Its Chieftain safety save his sword!" 

Thus as they strove their desperate hand 

Griped to the dagger or the brand, 

And death had been — but Douglas rose, 

x\nd thrust betw^een the struggling foes 

His giant strength : — " Chieftains, forego ! 

I hold the first who strikes my foe. — 

Madmen, forbear your frantic' jar ! 

What ! is the Douglas follen so far, 

His daughter's hand is deemed the spoil 

Of such dishonorable broil ? " 

Sullen and slowly they unclasp, 

As struck with shame, their desperate grasp. 

And each upon his rival glared. 

With foot advanced and blade half bared. 



XXXV. 

Ere yet the brands aloft were flung, 
Margaret on Roderick's mantle hung. 
And Malcolm heard his Ellen's scream, 
As faltered through terrific dream. 
Then Eoderick plunged in sheath his sword. 
And veiled his wrath in scornful word . 
" Eest safe till morning ; pity 't w^ere 
Such cheek sliould feel the midnight air! 



THE ISLAND. 113 

Then mayst thou to James Stuart tell, 

Eoderick will keep the lake and fell, 

Nor lackey with his freeborn clan 

The pageant pomp of earthly man. 

More would he of Clan-Alpine know, 

Thou canst our strengtli and passes show, — 

Malise, Avhat ho ! " — his henchman came : 

" Give our safe-conduct to the Graeme." 

Young Malcolm answered, calm and bold : 

" Fear nothing for thy favorite hold ; 

The spot an angel deigned to grace 

Is blessed, though robbers haunt the place. 

Thy churlish courtesy for those 

Reserve, who fear to be thy foes. 

As safe to me the mountain Avay 

At midnight as in blaze of day. 

Though with his boldest at his back 

Even Eoderick Dhu beset the track. — ■ 

Brave Douglas, — lovely Ellen, — nay. 

Nought here of parting will I say. 

Earth does not hold a lonesome glen 

So secret but we meet again. — 

Chieftain ! we too shall find an hour," — = 

He said, and left the sylvan bower. 



XXXVI. 

Old Allan followed to the strand — 
Such was the Douglas's command — 
And anxious told, how, on the morn, 



114 



THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



The stern Sir Eoderick deep had sworn, 
Tlie Fiery Cross slioidd circle o'er 
Dale, glen, and valley, doAvn and moor. 
Much were the peril to the Graeme 




From those who to the signal came ; 
Far lip the lake 't were safest land, 
Himself would row him to the strand. 
He gave his counsel to the wind, 



THE ISLAND. 115 

While Malcolm did, unheeding, bind. 

Round dirk and pouch and broadsword rolled, 

His ample plaid in tightened fold, 

And stripped his limbs to such array 

As best might suit the watery way, — 



XXXVII. 

Then spoke abrupt : " Pare well to thee. 
Pattern of old fidelity ! " 
The Minstrel's hand he kindly pressed, — 
" Oh, could I point a place of rest ! 
My sovereign holds in ward my land, 
My uncle leads my vassal band ; 
To tame his foes, his friends to aid, 
Poor Malcolm has but heart and blade. 
Yet, if there be one faithful Grteme 
Who loves the chieftain of his name, 
Not long shall honored Douglas dwell 
Like hunted stag in mountain cell ; 
Nor, ere yon pride-swollen robber dare, — 
I may not give the rest to air ! 
Tell Eoderick Dhu I owed him nought, 
Not the poor service of a boat. 
To waft me to yon mountain-side." 
Then plunged he in the flashing tide. 
Bold o'er the flood his head he bore, 
And stoutly steered him from the shore ; 
And Allan strained his anxious eye. 
Far mid the lake his form to spy. 



116 



THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



Darkening across each puny wave, 
To which the moon lier silver gave. 
Fast as the cormorant couhl skim, 
The swimmer plied each active limb 
Then landing in the moonlight dell. 
Loud shouted of his weal to tell. 
The Minstrel heard the far halloo, 
And joyful from the shore withdrew. 




CANTO THIRD. 

THE GATHERING. 



The Gathering 




IN LENY PASS 



CANTO THIED. 



THE GATHERING. 



Time rolls liis ceaseless course. The race of yore, 

Who danced our infancy upon their knee, 
And told our marvelling boyhood legends store 

Of tlieir strange ventures happed by land or sea, 
How are they blotted from the things that be ! 

How few, all weak and withered of their force, 
Wait on the verge of dark eternity, 

Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarse, 
To sweep them from our sight ! Time rolls his ceaseless 
course. 

Yet live there still who can remember well, 

How, when a mountain chief his bugle blew, 
Both field and forest, dingle, cliff, and dell. 

And solitary heath, the signal knew ; 
And fast the faithful clan around him drew, 

What time the warning note was keenly wound, 
What time aloft their kindred banner flew. 

While clamorous war-pipes yelled the gathering sound, 
And while the Fiery Cross glanced, like a meteor, round. 



122 



THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



II. 

The Summer dawn's reflected hue 

To purple changed Loch Katrine blue; 

Mildly and soft the western breeze 

Just kissed the lake, just stirred the trees, 

And the pleased lake, like maiden coy, 

Trembled but dimpled not for joy: 

The mountain-shadows on her breast 

Were neither broken nor at rest ; 

In bright uncertainty they lie, 

Like future joys to Taney's eye. 

The water-lily to the light 

Her chalice reared of silver bright ; 

The doe awoke, and to the lawn, 

Begemmed with dew-drops, led her fawn ; 

The gray mist left the mountain-side. 

The torrent showed its glistening pride ; 

Invisible in flecked sky 

The lark sent down her revelry ; 

The blackbird and the speckled thrush 

Good-morrow gave from brake and bush ; 

In answer cooed the cushat dove 

Her notes of peace and rest and love. 



III. 



No thought of peace, no thought of rest. 
Assuaged the storm in Koderick's breast. 



THE GATHERING. 123 

With sheathed broadsword iu his hand, 
Abrupt he paced the islet strand, 
And eyed tlie rising sun, and laid 
His hand on his impatient blade. 
Beneath a rock, his vassals' care 
Was prompt the ritual to prepare, 
With deep and deathful meaning fraught ; 
For such Antiquity had taught 
Was preface meet, ere yet abroad 
The Cross of Fire should take its road. 
The shrinking band stood oft aghast 
At the impatient glance he cast i — 
Such glance the mountain eagle tlirew, 
As, from the cliffs of Benvenue, 
She spread her dark sails on the wind, 
And, high in middle heaven reclined. 
With her broad shadow on the lake, 
Silenced the warblers of the brake. 



IV. 

A heap of withered boughs was piled, 
Of juniper and rowan wild, 
Mingled wath shivers from the oak, 
Hent by the lightning's recent stroke. 
Brian the Hermit by it stood. 
Barefooted, in his frock and hood. 
His grizzled beard and matted hair 
01)scured a visage of despair ; 
His naked arms and legs, seamed o'er, 



lU 



THE LADF OF THE LAKE. 




The scars of frantic penance bore. 
That monk, of savage form and face, 
The impending danger of his race 
Had drawn from deepest solitude. 
Far in Benharrow's bosom rude. 



THE GATHERING. \%\ 

Not his the mien of Christian priest, 

But Druitrs, from the grave released, 

Whose hardened heart and eye might brook 

On human sacrifice to look ; 

And much, 't was said, of heathen lore 

Mixed in the charms he muttered o'er. 

The hallowed creed gave only worse 

And deadlier emphasis of cm'se. 

No peasant sought tJiat Hermit's prayer, 

His cave the pilgrim shunned with care ; 

The eager huntsman knew his bound. 

And in mid chase called off his hound; 

Or if, in lonely glen or strath. 

The desert-dweller met his path. 

He prayed, and signed the cross between, 

While terror took devotion's mien. 



V. 

Of Brian's birth strange tales were told. 
His mother watched a midnight fold, 
Built deep within a dreary glen. 
Where scattered lay the bones of men 
In some forgotten battle slain. 
And bleached by drifting wind and rain, 
It might have tamed a warrior's heart 
To view such mockery of his art ! 
The knot-grass fettered there the hand 
Which once could burst an iron band ; 
Beneath the broad and ample bone. 



I 

! 126 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



That bucklered heart to fear unknown, 

A feeble and a timorous guest, 

The fieldfare framed her lowly nest ; 

There the slow blindworm left his slime 

On the fleet limbs that mocked at time ; 

And there, too, lay the leader's skull, 

Still wreathed with chaplet, flushed and full, 

!Por heath-bell with her purple bloom 

Supplied the bonnet and the plume. 

All night, in this sad glen, the maid 

Sat shrouded in her mantle's shade : 

She said no shepherd sought her side. 

No hunter's hand her snood untied, 

Yet ne'er again to braid her hair 

The virgin snood did Alice wear ; 

Gone was her maiden glee and sport. 

Her maiden girdle all too short. 

Nor sought she, from that fatal night. 

Or holy church or blessed rite. 

But locked her secret in her breast. 

And died in travail, unconfessed. 



VI. 

Alone, among his young compeers, 
Was Brian from his infant years ; 
A moody and heart-broken boy, 
Estranged from sympathy and joy, 
Bearing each taunt which careless tongue 
On his mysterious lineage flung. 



THE GATHERING. 127 

Whole nights he spent by moonlight pale, 
To wood and stream his hap to wail, 
Till, frantic, he as truth received 
Wliat of his birth the crowd believed, 
And sought, in mist and meteor fire, 
To meet and know his Phantom Sire ! 
In vain, to soothe his wayward fate. 
The cloister oped her pitying gate ; 
lu vain the learnino^ of the aofe 
Unclasped the sable-lettered page ; 
Even in its treasures he could find 
Food for the fever of his mind. 
Eager he read whatever tells 
Of magic, cabala, and spells, 
And every dark pursuit allied 
To curious and presumptuous pride ; 
Till with fired brain and nerves o'erstrung, 
And heart with mystic hoiTors wrung, 
Desperate he sought Benharrow's den. 
And hid him from the haunts of men. 



VII. 

The desert gave him visions wild, 
Such as might suit the spectre's child. 
Where with black cliffs the torrents toil. 
He watched the wheeling eddies boil. 
Till from their foam his dazzled eyes 
Beheld the Eiver Demon rise: 
The mountain mist took form and limb 



128 THE LABY OF THE LAKE. 

Of noontide hag or goblin grim ; 

The midnight wind came wihl and dread, 

Swelled with the voices of the dead ; 

Far on the future battle-heath 

His eye beheld the ranks of death : 

Thus the lone Seer, from mankind hurled, 

Shaped forth a disembodied world. 

One lingering sympathy of mind 

Still bound him to the mortal kind ; 

The only parent he could claim 

Of ancient Alpine's lineage came. 

Late had he heard, in prophet's dream, 

The fatal Ben-Shie's boding scream ; 

Sounds, too, had come in midnight blast 

Of charging steeds, careering fast 

Along Benharrow's shingly side, 

Where mortal horseman ne'er might ride ; 

The thunderbolt had split the pine, — 

All augured ill to Alpine's line. 

He girt his loins, and came to show 

The signals of impending woe, 

And now stood prompt to bless or ban, 

As bade the Chieftain of his clan. 



VIII. 

'T was all prepared ; — and from the rock 
A goat, the patriarch of the flock, 
Before the kindling pile was laid, 
And pierced by Roderick's ready blade. 



THE GATHERING. 129 

Patient the sickening victim eyed 
The life-blood ebb in crimson tide 
Down his clogged beard and shaggy limb, 
Till darkness glazed his eyeballs dim. 
The grisly priest, with murmuring prayer, 
A slender crosslet framed with care, 
A cubit's length in measure due; 
The shaft and limbs ^vere rods of yew. 
Whose parents in Inch-Cailliach wave 
Their shadows o'er Clan-Alpine's grave, 
And, answering Lomond's breezes deep. 
Soothe many a chieftain's endless sleep. 
The Cross thus formed he held on high, 
With wasted hand and haggard eye, 
And strange and mingled feelings woke. 
While his anathema he spoke : — 



IX. 

" Woe to the clansman w^ho shall view 
This symbol of sepulchral yew. 
Forgetful that its branches grew 
Where weep the heavens their holiest dew 

On Alpine's dwelling low ! 
Deserter of his Chieftain's trust. 
He ne'er shall mingle with their dust, 
But, from his sires and kindred thrust, 
Each clansman's execration just 

Shall doom him wrath and woe." 
He paused ; — the word the vassals took, 



130 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

^\i\\ forward step and fiery look, 

On liig-li their naked brands they shook, 

Their chattering- targets wildly strook ; 

And first in iiiurraiir low, 
Tlien, like the billow in his course, 
That far to seaward finds his source, 
And flings to shore his mustered force, 
Burst with loud roar their answer hoarse, 

" Woe to the traitor, woe ! " 
Ben-an's gray scalp the accents knew, 
The joyous wolf from covert drew. 
The exulting eagle screamed afar, — 
They knew the voice of Alpine's war. 



The shout was hushed on lake and fell, 
The Monk resumed his muttered spell : 
Dismal and low its accents came, 
The while he scathed the Cross with flame 
And the few words that reached the air, 
Although the holiest name was there, 
Had more of blasphemy than prayer. 
But when he shook above the crowd 
Its kindled points, he spoke aloud : — 
" Woe to the wretch who fails to rear 
At this dread sign the ready spear ! 
For, as the flames this symbol sear, 
His home, the refuge of his fear, 
A kindred fate shall know ; 



THE GATHERING. 



131 




Far o'er its roof the volumed flame 
Clan-Alpine's vengeance shall proclaim, 
While maids and matrons on his name 
Shall call down wretchedness and shame, 
And infamy and woe." 



132 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Then rose the cry of females, shrill 
As goshawk's wliistle on the hill, 
Denouncing misery and ill, 
Mingled with childliood's babbling trill 

Of curses stammered slow ; 
Answering witli imprecation dread, 
" Sunk be his liome in embers red ! 
And cursed be the meanest shed 
That e'er shall hide the houseless head 

We doom to want and woe ! " 
A sharp and shrieking echo gave, 
Coir-Uriskin, thy goblin cave ! 
And the gray pass where birches wave 

On Beala-nam-bo. 



XI. 



Then deeper paused the priest anew, 
And hard his laboring bi-eath he drew, 
While, with set teeth and clenched hand. 
And eyes that glowed like fiery brand, 
He meditated curse more dread. 
And deadlier, on the clansman's head 
Who, summoned to his chieftain's aid. 
The signal saw and disobeyed. 
The crosslet's points of sparkling wood 
He quenched among the bubbling blood. 
And, as again the sign he reared, 
Hollow and hoarse his voice Avas heard ; 



THE GATHERING. 133 

" When flits this Gross from man to man, 
Vicli- Alpine's summons to liis clan, 
Burst be the ear that fails to heed ! 
Palsied the foot that shuns to bpeed ! 
May ravens tear the careless eyes, 
Wolves make the coward heart their prize ! 
As sinks that blood-stream in the earth, 
So may his heart's-blood drench his hearth ! 
As dies in hissing gore the spark. 
Quench thou his light, Destruction dark ! 
And be the gi-ace to him denied, 
Eouglit by this sign to all beside ! " 
He ceased ; no echo gave again 
The murmur of the deep Amen. 



XII. 

Then Roderick with impatient look 
From Brian's hand the symbol took : 
" Speed, Malise, speed ! " he said, and gave 
The crosslet to his henchman brave. 
"The muster-place be Lanrick mead — 
Instant the time — speed, Malise, speed ! " 
Like heath-bird, wlien the hawks pursue, 
A barge across Loch Katrine flew : 
High stood the henchman on the prow ; 
So rapidly the barge-men row. 
The bubbles, where they launched the boat. 
Were all unbroken and afloat. 



134 THE LJDF OF THE LAKE. 

Dancing in foam and ripple still, 
"When it liad ncarcd the mainland hill; 
And from the silver beach's side 
Still was the prow tln*ee fathom wide, 
When lightly bonnded to the land 
The messeng-cr of blood and brand. 



XIII. 

Speed, Malise, speed ! the dnn deer's hide 
On fleeter foot was never tied. 
Speed, Malise, speed ! such cause of haste 
Thine active sinews never braced. 
Bend 'gainst the steepy hill thy breast. 
Burst down like torrent from its crest ; 
With short and springing footstep pass 
The trembling bog and false morass ; 
Across the brook like roebuck bound, 
And thread the brake like questing hound ; 
The crag is high, the scaur is deep, 
Yet shrink not from the desperate leap : 
Parched are thy burning lips and brow, 
Yet by the fountain pause not now ; 
Herald of battle, fate, and fear, 
Stretch onward in thy fleet career ! 
The wounded hind thou track'st not now, 
Pursuest not maid through greenwood bough.. 
Nor pliest thou now thy flying pace 
With rivals in the mountain race ; 



THE GATHERING. 135 

But danger, death, and warrior deed 
Are in thy course — speed, Malise, speed ! 



XIV. 

Fast as the fatal symbol flies, 
In arms the huts and liamlets rise ; 
From winding glen, from upland browai. 
They poured each hardy tenant down. 
Nor slacked the messenger his pace ; 
He showed the sign, he named the place. 
And, pressing forward like the wind, 
Left clamor and surprise behind. 
The fisherman forsook the strand. 
The swarthy smith took dirk and brand ; 
Witli changed cheer, the mower blithe 
Left in the half-cut swatli his scythe ; 
The herds without a keeper strayed. 
The plough was in mid-furrow stayed, 
The falconer tossed his hawk away. 
The hunter left the stag at bay ; 
Prompt at the signal of alarms, 
Each son of Alpine rushed to arms ; 
So swept the tumult and affray 
Along the margin of Achray. 
Alas, thou lovely lake ! that e'er 
Thy banks should echo sounds of fear ! 
The rocks, the bosky thickets, sleep 
So stilly on thy bosom deep. 



136 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

The lark's blithe carol from the cloud 
Seems for the scene too gayly loud. 



XV. 

Speed, Malise, speed ! The lake is past, 

Duncraggan's huts appear at last, 

And peep, like moss-grown rocks, half seen, 

Half hidden in the copse so green ; 

There mayst thou rest, thy labor done, 

Their lord shall speed the signal on. — 

As stoops the hawk upon his prey, 

The henchman shot him down the way. 

Wliat woful accents load the gale ? 

The. funeral yell, the female wail! 

A gallant hunter's sport is o'er, 

A valiant warrior fights no more. 

Who, in the battle or the chase, 

At Roderick's side shall fill his place ! — 

Within the hall, where torch's ray 

Supplies the excluded beams of day, 

Lies Duncan on his lowly bier, 

And o'er him streams his widow's tear. 

His stripling son stands mournful by, 

His youngest weeps, but knows not why ; 

The village maids and matrons round 

The dismal coronach resound. 



THE GATHERING. 137 



XVI. 



CORONACH. 



He is gone on the mountain, 

He is lost to the forest, 
Like a summer-dried fountain, 

When our need was the sorest. 
The font, reappearing;, 

From the rain-drops shall borrow 
But to us comes no cheering. 

To Duncan no morrow ! 

The haud of the reaper 

Takes the ears that are hoary, 
But the voice of the weeper 

Wails manhood in glory. 
The autumn winds rushing 

Waft the leaves that are searest. 
But our flower was in flushing, 

When blighting was uearest. 

Meet foot on the correi. 

Sage counsel in cumber, 
Red hand in the foray. 

How sound is thy slumber ! 
Like the dew on the mountain. 

Like the foam on the river. 
Like the bubble on the fountain, 

Thou art 2one, and forever ! 



138 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



XVII. 



See Stumah, avIio, the bier beside, 
His master's corpse with wonder eyed. 
Poor Stumah ! whom his least halloo 
Could send like lightning- o'er the dew, 
Bristles his crest, and points his ears. 
As if some stranger step he hears. 
'T is not a mourner's muffled tread, 
Who comes to sorrow o'er the dead, 
But headlong haste or deadly fear 
Urge the precipitate career. 
All stand aghast : — unheeding all. 
The henchman bursts into the hall ; 
Before the dead man's bier he stood, 
Held forth the Cross besmeared with blood 
"The muster-place is Lanrick mead; 
Speed forth the signal ! clansmen, speed ! " 



XVIII. 

Angus, the heir of Duncan's line. 
Sprung forth and seized the fatal sign. 
In haste the stripling to his side 
His father's dirk and broadsword tied 
But when he saw his mother's eye 
Watch. him in speechless agony, 
Back to her opened arms he flew. 
Pressed on her lips a fond adieu, — 



THE GATHERING. 139 

" Alas ! " she sobbed, — " and yet be gone. 

And speeil thee forth, like Duncan's son ! " 

One look he cast upon the bier, 

Dashed from his eye the gathering tear, 

Breathed deep to clear his laboring breast, 

And tossed aloft his bonnet crest, 

Then, like the high-bred colt when, freed, 

Pirst he essays his fire and speed. 

He vanished, and o'er moor and moss 

Sped forward with the Piery Cross. 

Suspended was the widow's tear 

While yet his footsteps she could hear ; 

And when she marked the henchman's eye 

Wet with unwonted sympathy, 

" Kinsman," she said, " his race is run 

That should have sped thine errand on ; 

The oak has fallen, — the sapling bough 

Is all Duncraggan's shelter now. 

Yet trust I well, his duty done. 

The orphan's God will guard my son. — 

And you, in many a danger true, 

At Duncan's best your blades that drew, 

To arms, and guard that orphan's head ! 

Let babes and women wail the dead." 

Then weapon-clang and martial call 

Eesounded through the funeral hall, 

While from the walls the attendant band 

Snatched sword and targe with hurjied hand ; 

And short and flitting energy 

Glanced from the mourner's sunken eve, 



140 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

As if the sounds to warrior dear 

Might rouse her Duncan from his bier. 

But faded soon that borrowed force ; 

Grief claimed his right, and tears tlieir coursCo 



XIX. 

Benledi saw the Cross of Pire, 

It ghinced like lightning np Strath-IrCo 

O'er dale and hill the summons flew, 

Nor rest nor pause young Angus knew ; 

The tear that gathered in his eye 

He left the niountain-ln'ceze to dry ; 

Until, where Teith's young waters roll 

BetAvixt him and a wooded knoll 

That graced the sable strath with green, 

The chapel of Saint Bride was seen, 

Swoln was the stream, remote the bridge, 

But Angus paused not on the edge ; 

Though the dark waves danced dizzily, 

Though reeled his sympathetic eye, 

He dashed amid the torrent's roar : 

His right hand high the crosslet bore, 

His left the pole-axe grasped, to guide 

And stay his footing in the tide. 

He stumbled twice, — the foam splashed high, 

With hoarser swell the stream raced by ; 

And had he fallen, — forever there, 

Farewell Duncraggan's orphan heir ! 



THE GATHERING. 141 

But still, as if in parting life, 
Firmer he grasped the Cross of strife, 
Until the opposing bank he gained. 
And up the chapel pathway strained. 



XX. 

A blithesome rout that morning-tide 
Had sought the chapel of Saint Bride. 
Her troth Tombea's Mary gave 
To Norman, heir of Arinandave, 
And, issuing from the Gothic arch, 
The bridal now resumed their march. 
In rnde but glad procession came 
Bonneted sire and coif -clad dame ; 
And plaided youth, with jest and jeer, 
Which snooded maiden would not hear; 
And children, that, unwitting why. 
Lent the gay shout their shrilly cry ; 
And minstrels, that in measures vied 
Before the young and bonny bride, 
Whose downcast eye and cheek disclose 
The tear and blush of morning rose. 
With virgin step and bashful hand 
She held the kerchief's snowy band. 
The gallant bridegroom by her side 
Beheld his prize with victor's pride, . 
And the glad mother in her ear 
Was closely whispering word of cheer. 



142 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



XXI. 

Who meets tliem at the churcliyard gate ? 
The messenger of fear and fate ! 
Haste in his hurried accent lies. 
And grief is swimming in his eyes. 
All dripping from the recent flood, 
Panting and travel-soiled he stood, 
The fatal sign of fire and sword 
Held forth, and spoke the appointed word 
" The muster-place is Lanrick mead ; 
Speed forth the signal ! Norman, speed ! " 
And must he change so soon the hand 
Just linked to his by holy band, 
For the fell Cross of blood and brand ? 
And must the day so blithe that rose. 
And promised rapture in the close, 
Before its setting hour, divide 
The bridegroom from the plighted bride ? 
O fatal doom ! — it must ! it must ! 
Clan-Alpine's cause, her Chieftain's trust. 
Her summons dread, brook no delay ; 
Stretch to the race, — away ! away ! 



XXII. 

Yet slow he laid his plaid aside. 
And lingering eyed his lovely bride. 
Until he saw the starting tear 
Speak woe he might not stop to cheer 



THE GATHERING. 143 

Then, trusting not a second look, 

In baste he sped him up the brook, 

Nor backward glanced till on the heath 

Where Lubnaig-'s lake supplies the Teith. — 

What in the racer's bosom stirred ? 

The sickening pang of hope deferred, 

And memory with a torturing train 

Of all his morning visions vain. 

Mingled with love's impatience, came 

The manly thirst for martial f^ime ; 

The stormy joy of mountaineers 

Ere yet they rush upon the spears ; 

Aud zeal for Clan and Chieftain burning, 

And hope, from well-fought field returning. 

With war's red honors on his crest. 

To clasp his Mary to his breast. 

Stung by such thoughts, o'er bank and brae, 

Like fire from flint he glanced away, 

While high resolve and feeling strong 

Burst into voluntary song. 



XXIII. 

SONG. 

The heath this night must be my bed. 
The bracken curtain for my head. 
My lullaby the warder's tread, 

Far, far, from love and thee, Mary ; 



144 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

To-inoiTOW eve, more stilly laid, 
My couch may be my bloody plaid, 
My vesper song tliy wail, sweet maid ! 
It will not waken me, Mary ! 

I may not, dare not, fancy now 

The grief that clouds thy lovely brow, 

I dare not think upon thy vow, 

And all it promised me, Mary. 
No fond regret must Norman know ; 
When bursts Clan- Alpine on the foe. 
His heart must be like bended bow, 

His foot like arrow free, IMary. 

A time will come with feeling fraught, 
For, if I fall in battle fought. 
Thy hapless lover's dying thought 

Shall be a thought on thee, Mary. 
And if returned from conquered foes. 
How blithely will the evening close, 
How sweet the linnet sing repose. 

To my young bride and me, Mary ! 

XXIV. 

Not faster o'er thy heathery braes, 
Balquidder, speeds the midnight blaze, 
Eushing in conflagration strong 
Thy deep ravines and dells along, 
Wrapping thy cliff's in purple glow. 
And reddenina* the dark lakes below ; 



THE GATHERING. 145 

Nor faster speeds it, nor so far, 

As o'er tli y heaths the voiee of war. 

The signal roused to martial coil 

The sullen margin of Loch Voil, 

Waked still Loch Doine, and to the source 

Alarmed, Balvaig, thy swampy course ; 

Thence southward turned its rapid road 

Adown Strath-Gartney's valley broad, 

Till rose in arras each man might claim 

A portion in Clan- Alpine's name, 

From the gray sire, whose trembling hand 

Could hardly buckle on his brand. 

To the raw boy, whose shaft and bow 

Were yet scarce terror to the crow. 

Each valley, each sequestered glen, 

Mustered its little horde of men. 

That met as torrents from the height 

In Highland dales their streams unite. 

Still gathering, as they pour along, 

A voice more loud, a tide more strong, 

Till at the rendezvous they stood 

By hundreds prompt for blows and blood, 

Each trained to arms since life began, 

Owning no tie but to his clan. 

No oath but by his chieftain's hand. 

No law but Roderick Dhu's command. 

XXV. 

That summer morn had Roderick Dhu 
Surveyed the skirts of Benvenue, 



146 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

And sent his scouts o'er hill and heath, 
To view the frontiers of Menteith. 
All backward came with news of truce ; 
Still lay each martial Graeme and Bruce, 
In Eednock courts no horsemen wait, 
No banner waved on Cardross gate, 
On Duchray's towers no beacon shone, 
Nor scared the herons from Loch Con ; 
All seemed at peace. — Now wot ye wliy 
The Chieftain with such anxious eye, 
Ere to the muster he repair, 
Tiiis western frontier scanned witli care ? 
In Benvenue's most darksome cleft, 
A fair though cru(!l pledge was left ; 
For Douglas, to his promise true. 
That morning from the isle withdrew. 
And in a deep sequestered dell 
Had sought a low and lonely cell. 
By many a bard in Celtic tongue 
Has Coir-nan-Uriskin been sung; 
A softer name the Saxons gave. 
And called the grot the Goblin Cave. 



XXVI. 

It was a wild and strange retreat, 
As e'er was trod by outlaw's feet. 
The dell, upon the mountain's crest, 
Yawned like a gash on warrior's breast; 
Its trench had stayed full many a rock. 



Till': (j.tTiiFJiiNa. 



147 



Hurled l)y ])riMU'Viil cjirtlwiuakc sliock 
V\\)\\\ h(M)V(MUi('*s <>Tay siinimii wild, 
And here, ill random ruin ])ile(l, 
Tliov frowned ineunihenl o'er {\w spot, 
And lornied (lie ruL;-i>-ed sylvan <;rol. 
The oak and liireh with minified shade 
At noonlide there; a twilii;lit made, 
Unless when short and sudden shono 
Some strai;i>'lin,i;' beam on clii'f or slone, 
With such a glimpse as pro|)liel's (;ye 
Gains on Ihy deptli, i'ulurily. 
No inunnur waked ili(> solemn si ill. 
Save tinkling- of a lountain rill ; 
lUit wlion the wind eliafed with the lake 
A sullou sound woidd upward break, 
Witli dashini>; hollow voice, that spoke 
The inccssaiil war of wave and rock. 
Suspended elill's with hideous sway 
Seemed noddinii,- o'er (he cavern JJ,Tay. 
1^-om such a den I he wolf had sj)run<>', 
111 such tlu; wild-cat leaves her yount^' ; 
Yet Doui»-las and Ids dangditer fair 
Soiig-lit for a space; their safety there. 
Gray Superslition's whispcu' dread 
Debarred the spot to viilt>'ar tr(>ad ; 
For there, slie said, did fays resort, 
And satyrs liold their sylvan court, 
l^y iHoonlii;-lit tread their mystic; maze, 
And blast the rash bc^holder's gaze. 



148 THE LABY OF THE LAKE. 



XXVII. 

Now eve, witli western shadows long, 

Floated on Katrine bright and strong, 

When Eoderick with a chosen few 

Eepassed the lieiglits of Benvenue. 

Above the Goblin Cave they go, 

Through the wild pass of Eeal-nam-bo ; 

The prompt retainers speed before, 

To launch the shallop from the shore, 

For 'cross Loch Katrine lies liis Avay 

To view the passes of Acliray, 

And place liis clansmen in array. 

Yet lags the Chief in musing mind, 

Unwonted sight, his men behind. 

A single page, to bear his sword, 

Alone attended on his lord ; 

The rest their way through thickets break, 

And soon await him by the lake. 

It was a fair and gallant sight, 

To view them from the neighboring height 

By the low-levelled sunbeam's light! 

For strength and stature, from the clan 

Each warrior was a chosen man. 

As even afar might well be seen, 

By their proud step and martial mien. 

Their feathers dance, their tartans float. 

Their targets gleam, as by the boat 

A wild and warlike group they stand, 

That well became such mountain-strand. 



THE GATHERING. 149 

XXVIII. 

Their Chief with step reluctant still 
Was lingering on the craggy hill, 
Hard by where turned apart the road 
To Douglas's obscure abode. 
It was but with, that dawning morn 
That Roderick Dim had proudly sworn 
To drown his love in war's wild roar, 
Nor think of Ellen Douglas more ; 
But he who stems a stream with sand. 
And fetters flame with flaxen band. 
Has yet a harder task to prove, — 
By firm resolve to conquer love ! 
Eve finds the Chief, like restless ghost, 
Still hovering near his treasure lost ; 
For though his haughty heart deny 
A parting meeting to his eye, 
Still fondly strains his anxious ear 
The accents of her voice to hear, 
And inly did he curse the breeze 
That waked to sound the rustling trees. 
But hark ! what mingles in the strain ? 
It is the harp of Allan-bane, 
That wakes its measure slow and high, 
Attuned to sacred minstrelsy. 
What melting voice attends the strings ? 
*T is Ellen, or an angel, sings. 



150 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



XXIX. 

HYMN TO THE VIRGIN. 

Ave Maria ! maiden mild ! 

Listen to a maiden's prayer ! 
Thou canst hear though from the wild, 

Thou canst save amid despair. 
Safe may we sleep beneath thy care, 

Though banished, outcast, and reviled — 
Maiden ! hear a maiden's prayer ; 

Mother, hear a suppliant child ! 

Ave Maria ! 

Ave Maria f undefiled ! 

The flinty couch we now must share 
Shall seem with down of eider piled, 

If thy protection hover there. 
The murky cavern's heavy air 

Shall breathe of balm if thou hast smiled 
Then, Maiden ! hear a maiden's prayer, 

Mother, list a suppliant child ! 

Ave Maria ! 

Ave Maria ! stainless styled ! 

Foul demons of the earth and air. 
From this their wonted haunt exiled, 

Shall flee before thy presence fair. 



THE GATHERING. 15 

We bow us to our lot of care, 

Beneath thy guidance reconciled : 
Hear for a maid a maiden's prayer, 

And for a father hear a child ! 

Ave 3Iaria ! 



XXX. 

Died on the harp the closing hymn, 

Unmoved in attitude and limb,' 
As listening- still, Clan-Alpiue's lord 
Stood leaning on his heavy sword, 
Until the page with humble sign 
Twice pointed to the sun*s decline. 
Then while his plaid he round him cast, 
" It is the last time — 't is the last," 
He muttered thrice, — - " the la^t time e'er 
That angel-voice shall Eoderick hear ! " 
It was a goading thought, —his stride 
Hied hastier down the mountain-side ; 
Sullen he flung him in the boat. 
An instant 'cross the lake it shot. 
They landed in that silvery bay, 
And eastward held their hasty way, 
Till, with the latest beams of light, 
The band arrived on Lanrick height, 
Where mustered in the vale below 
Clan-Alpine's men in martial show. 



152 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

XXXI. 

A various scene the clausinen made : 

Some sat, some stood, some slowly strayed ; 

But most, with mantles folded round, 

Were couclied to rest upon the ground, 

Scarce to be known by curious eye 

Prom the deep heather where tliey lie. 

So well was matclied the tartan screen 

With heath-bell dark and brackens green; 

Unless where, here and there, a blade 

Or lance's point a glimmer made. 

Like glow-worm twinkling through tlie shade. 

But when, advancing through the gloom. 

They saw the Chieftain's eagle plume, 

Their shout of welcome, shrill and wide, 

Shook the steep mountain's steady side. 

Thrice it arose, and lake and fell 

Three times returned the martial yell ; 

It died upon Bochastle's plain, 

And Silence claimed her evening reign. 



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CANTO FOURTH. 

THE PROPHECY. 



The prophecy 




ACHRAY WATER: THE FORD 



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CANTO rOUETH. 



THE PROPHECY. 



** The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, 

And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears ; 
The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, 

And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. 
O wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears, 

I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave. 
Emblem of hope and love through future years ! " 

Thus spoke young Norman, heir of Armandave, 
What time the sun arose on Vennachar's broad wave. 



II. 

Such fond conceit, half said, half sung, 

Love prompted to the bridegroom's tongue. 

All while he stripped the wild-rose spray, 

His axe and bow beside him lay, 

For on a pass 'twixt lake and wood 

A wakeful sentinel he stood. 

Hark ! — on the rock a footstep rung. 

And instant to his arras he sprung, 

" Stand, or thou diest ! — What, Malise ? — soon 



158 



THE LADr OF THE LAKE. 



Art thou returned from Braes of Douue. 
By tliy keen step and glance 1 know, 
Thou brin^-'st us tidin";s of the foe." — 




For while the Pieiy Cross hied on, 

On distant scout had Malise g:one. — 

"Where sleeps the Chief?" the henchman said. 



THE FROPHECY. 159 

" Apart, in yonder misty glade ; 

To liis lone couch I '11 be your guide." — 

Then called a slumberer by his side, 

And stirred him with his slackened bow, — 

*' Up, up, Glentarkin ! rouse thee, ho ! 

We seek the Chieftain ; on the track 

Keep eagle watch till I come back/' 



III. 

Together up the pass they sped : 

♦' What of the fosniin ? " Norman said. — 

" Varying reports from near and far ; 

This certain, — that a band of war 

Has for two days been ready boune, 

At prompt command to march from Doune ; 

King James the while, with princely powers. 

Holds revelry in Stirling towers. 

Soon Avill this dark and gathering cloud 

Speak on our glens in thunder loud. 

Inured to bide such bitter bout, 

The warrior's plaid may bear it out ; 

But, Norman, how wilt thou provide 

A shelter for thy bonny bride?" — 

" What ! know ye not that Roderick's care 

To the lone isle hath caused repair 

Each maid and matron of the clan, 

And every child and aged man 

Unfit for arms ; and given his charge. 

Nor skiif nor shallop, boat nor barge, 



160 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Upon these lakes shall float at large, 

But all beside the islet moor, 

That such dear pledge may rest secure? " — 



IV. 

" 'T is well advised, — the Chieftain's plan 

Bespeaks the father of his clan. 

But wherefore sleeps Sir Koderick Dhu 

Apart from all his followers true ? " 

" It is because last eveiiiiig-tide 

Brian an augury hath tried, 

Of that dread kind which must not be 

Unless in dread extremity, 

The Taghairm called ; by which, afar, 

Our sires foresaw the events of war. 

Duncraggan's milk-white bull they slew," — 

MALISE. 

" Ah f well the gallant brute I kncAV ! 
The choicest of the prey we had 
When swept our merrymen Gallangad. 
His hide was snow, his horns were dark, 
His red eye glowed like fiery spark ; 
So fierce, so tameless, and so fleet. 
Sore did he cumber our retreat. 
And kept our stoutest kerns in awe, 
Even at the pass of Beal 'maha. 
But steep and flinty was the road. 
And sharp the hurrying pikeman's goad, 



THE PROPHECY, 161 

And when we came to Dennan's Row 
A child might scathless stroke his brow." 

V. 

NORMAN. 

" That bull was slain ; his reeking hide 

They stretched the cataract beside, 

Whose waters their wild tumult toss 

Adown the black and craggy boss 

Of that huge cliff whose ample verge 

Tradition calls the Hero's Targe. 

Couched on a shelf beneath its brink, 

Close where the thundering torrents sink, 

Rocking beneath their headlong sway, 

And drizzled by the ceaseless spray, 

Midst groan of rock and roar of stream. 
The wizard waits prophetic dream. 
Nor distant rests the Chief; — but hush ! 
See, gliding slow through mist and bush. 
The hermit gains yon rock, and stands 
To gaze upon our slumbering bands. 
Seems he not, Malise, like a ghost, 
That hovers o'er a slaughtered host ? 
Or raven on the blasted oak. 
That, watching while the deer is broke, 
His morsel claims with sullen croak ? " 

MALISE. 

" Peace ! peace ! to other than to me 
Thy words were evil augurv ; 



162 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

But still I hold Sir Roderick's blade 

Clan- Alpine's omen and lier aid, 

Not aught that, gleaned from heaven or hell, 

Yon fiend-begotten Monk can tell. 

The Chieftain joins him, see — and now 

Together they descend the brow." 



VI. 

And, as they came, with Alpine's Lord 
The Hermit Monk held solemn word : — 
" Roderick ! it is a fearful strife. 
For man endowed with mortal life. 
Whose shroud of sentient clay can still 
Feel feverish pang aud fainting chill, 
Whose eye can stare in stony trance, 
Whose hair can rouse like warrior's lance, — 
'T is hard for such to view, unfurled, 
The curtain of the future world. 
Yet, witness every quaking limb. 
My sunken pulse, mine eyeballs dim. 
My soul with harrowing anguish torn. 
This for my Chieftain have I borne ! — 
The shapes that sought my fearful couch 
A liuman tongue may ne'er avouch ; 
No mortal man — save he, who, bred 
Between the living and the dead. 
Is gifted beyond nature's law — 
Had e'er survived to say he saw. 
At length the fateful answer came 



THE PROPHECY. 163 

In characters of living flame ! 
Not spoke in word, nor blazed in scroll, 
But borne and branded on my soul : — 
Which spills the foremost eoeman's life, 
That party conquers in the strife." 



VII. 

" Thanks, Brian, for thy zeal and care ! 
Good is thine augury, and fair. 
Clan- Alpine ne'er in battle stood 
But first our broadswords tasted blood. 
A surer victim still I know, 
Self-offered to the auspicious blow : 
A spy has sought my land this morn, — 
No eve shall Avitness his return ! 
My followers guard each pass's mouth, 
To east, to westwartl, and to south ; 
Eed Murdoch, bribed to be his guide, 
Has charge to lead his steps aside, 
Till in deep path or dingle brown 
He light on those shall bring him down. 
But see, who comes his news to show ! 
Malise ! what tidina-s of the foe ? " 



VIII. 

" At Doune, o'er many a spear and glaive 
Two Barons proud their banners wave. 
I saw the Moray's silver star, 



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THE LADY OF Till:: LAKE. 





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Tlfi: PROPHECY. 165 

Nou<i,-lit of tlic friend ly clans of l^ani ? 

Strciio-tlunied by tlicin, wc well iuii>]it 1)ide 

The battle on Jk^nledi's side. 

Tliou couldst not? — well ! ('laii-Alpin(!'s men 

Shall man tlie Trosaelis' sbag-gy glen ; 

Within Loch Katrine's g'orge we '11 fight, 

All in onr maids' and matrons' sight, 

Each for his hearth and honsehold fire, 

Father for child, and son for sire, 

Lover for maid beloved ! — l^nt why — 

Is it th(! breeze affects mine eye ? 

Or dost thou come, ill-omened tear ! 

A messenger of donbt or fear ? 

No ! sooner may the Saxon lance 

Unfix Benledi from his stance, 

Than doubt or terror (;an pierce through 

The unyielding heart of lloderick J)\\\\ ! 

'T is stubborn as his trnsty targe. 

Each to his post! — all know their charge." 

The pibroch sounds, the bands advance, 

The broadswords gleam, the banners dance, 

Obedient to the Chieftain's glance. — 

I turn me from the martial roar. 

And seek Coir-Uriskin onc(! more. 



IX. 

Where is the Douglas ? — lie is gone ; 
And Ellen sits on the gray stone 
Fast bv the cave, and makes her moan. 



166 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

While vainly Allan's words of cheer 
Are poured on her unheeding ear. 
" He will return — dear lady, trust ! — 
With joy return ; — he will — he must. 
Well was it time to seek afar 
Some refuge from impending war, 
When e'en Clan-Alpine's rugged swarm 
Are cowed by the approacliing storm. 
I saw their boats witli many a light, 
Floating the livelong yesternight, 
Sliifting like flashes darted forth 
By the red streamers of the north ; 
I marked at morn how close they ridC; 
Thick moored by the lone islet's side, 
Like wild ducks couching in the fen 
When stoops the hawk upon the glen. 
Since this rude race dare not abide 
The peril on the mainland side, 
• Shall not thy noble father's care 
Some safe retreat for thee prepare?" 



X. 

ELLEN. 

*' No, Allan, no ! Pretext so kind 
My wakeful terrors could not blind. 
When in such tender tone, yet grave, 
Douglas a parting blessing gave, 
The tear that glistened in his eye 
Drowned not his purpose fixed and high. 



TEE PROPHECY. 167 

My soul, though feminine and weak, 

Can image his ; e'en as the lake, 

Itself disturbed by slightest stroke, 

Eeflects the invulnerable rock. 

He hears report of battle rife, 

He deems himself the cause of strife. 

I saw him redden when the theme 

Turned, Allan, on thine idle dream 

Of Malcolm Graeme in fetters bound, 

Which I, thou saidst, about him wound. 

Think'st thou he trowed thine omen aught ? 

O no ! 't was apprehensive thought 

For tlie kind youth, — for Koderick too — 

Let me be just — that friend so true; 

In danger both, and in our cause ! 

Minstrel, the Douglas dare not pause. 

Why else that solemn warning given, 

*' If not on earth, we meet in heaven ! " 

Why else, to Cambus-kenneth's fane. 

If eve return him not again. 

Am I to hie and make me known ? 

Alas ! he goes to Scotland's throne. 

Buys his friends' safety with his own ; 

He goes to do — what I had done. 

Had Douglas' daughter been his son ! " 



XI. 

" Nay, lovely Ellen ! — dearest, nay ! 
If aught should his return delay, 



168 



THE LADr OF THE LAKE. 




He only named yon holy fane 

As fitting place to meet again. 

Be sm*e he 's safe ; and for the Graeme, 

Heaven's blessing on his gallant name ! 

My visioned sight may yet prove true, 

Nor bode of ill to him or you. 

When did my o-ifted dream beguile ? 



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THE PROPHECY. 169 

Think of tlie stranger at the isle, 
And think upon the harpings slow 
That presaged this approaching woe ! 
Sooth was my prophecy of fear ; 
Believe it wlien it augurs cheer. 
Would we had left this dismal spot ! 
Ill luck still haunts a fairy gTot. 
Of such a wondrous tale I know — 
Dear lady, change that look of woe. 
My harp was wont thy grief to cheer." 



" AYell, be it as thou wilt; I hear, 
But cannot stop the bursting tear.' 
The Minstrel tried his simple art, 
But distant far was Ellen's heart. 



XII. 

BALLAD. 

ALICE BRAND. 

Merry it is in the good greenwood, 

When the mavis and merle are sinofing, 
When the deer sweeps by, and the hounds are in cry, 



And the hunter's horn is 



rino'ino-. 



" Alice Brand, my native land 

Is lost for love of you ; 
And we must hold by wood and wold, 

As outlaws wont to do. 



170 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

" Alice, 'twas all for thy locks so bright, 
And 't was all for tliiiie eyes so blue, 

That on the night of our luckless flight 
Thy brother bold I slew. 

" Now must I teach to hew the beech 

The hand that held the glaive, 
Por leaves to spread our lowly bed, 

And stakes to fence our cave. 

"And for vest of pall, thy fingers small, 

That wont on harp to stray, 
A cloak must shear from the slaughtered deer, 

To keep the cold aAvay." 

" O Eichard ! if my brother died, 

'T was but a fatal chance ; 
For darkling was the battle tried, 
. And fortune sped the lance. 

" If pall and vair no more I wear, 

Nor thou the crimson sheen. 
As warm, we '11 say, is the russet gray, 

As gay the forest-green. 

" And, Eichard, if our lot be hard. 

And lost thy native land. 
Still Alice has her own Eichard, 

And he his Alice Brand." 



T 



THE PROPEECr. 171 



XIII. 
BALLAD CONTINUED. 

'T is meny, 't is iiieny, in good greenwood ; 

So blithe Lady Alice is singing ; 
On the beech's pride, and oak's brown side, 

Lord Eicliard's axe is ringing. 

Up spoke the moody Elfin King, 

Who woned within the hill, — 
Like wind in the porch of a mined chnrch. 

His voice was ghostly shrill. 

" Why sounds yon stroke on beech and oak, 

Our moonlight circle's screen? 
Or who comes here to chase tlie deer, 

Beloved of our Elfin Queen ? 
Or who may dare on wold to wear 

The fairies' fatal green ? 

" Up, Urgan, up ! to yon mortal hie, 

Eor thou wert christened man ; 
For cross or sign thou wilt not fly, 

For muttered word or ban. 

" Lay on him the curse of the withered heart. 

The curse of the sleepless eye ; 
Till he wish and pray that his life would part, 

Nor yet find leave to die." 



172 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



XIV. 



BALLAD CONTINUED. 



'T is mcny, 't is merry, in good greenwood, 
Though the birtls have stilled their singing ; 

The evening blaze doth Alice raise, 
And Richard is fagots bringing. 

Up Urgan starts, that hideous dwarf, 

Before Lord Richard stands. 
And, as he crossed and blessed himself, 
" 1 fear not sign," quoth tlie grisly elf, 

" That is made with bloody hands." 

But out then spoke she, Alice B]-and, 

That woman void of fear, — 
" And if there 's blood upon his hand, 

'T is but the blood of deer." 

" Now loud thou best, thou bold of mood ! 

It cleaves \uito his hand. 
The stain of thine own kindly blood, 

The blood of Ethert Brand." 

Then forward stepped she, Alice Brand, 

And made the holy sign, — 
" And if there 's blood on Richard's hand, 

A spotless hand is mine. 



THE PROPHECY. 173 

" And I conjure thee, demon elf, 

By Him whom demons fear, 
To show us whence thou art thyself, 

And what thine errand here? " 



XV. 

BALLAD CONTINUED. 

" 'T is merry, 't is merry, in Fairy-land, 

When fairy birds are singing-. 
When the court doth ride by their monarch's side, 

With bit and bridle ringing : 

"And gayly shines the fairy-land — 

But all is glistening show. 
Like the idle gleam that December's beam 

Can dart on ice and snow. 

" And fading, like that varied gleam, 

Is our inconstant shape. 
Who now like knight and lady seem, 

And now like dwarf and ape. 

" It was between the night and day. 

When the Fairy King has power, 
That I sunk down in a sinful fray. 
And 'twixt life and death was snatched away 

To the joyless Elfin bower. 



1 74 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

•' But wist I of a woman bold, 
Who thrice my hrow durst sign, 

I might regain my mortal mould, 
As fair a form as thine." 

She crossed him once — she crossed him twice • 

That lady was so brave ; 
The fouler grew his goblin hue. 

The darker grew the cave. 

She crossed him thrice, that lady bold ; 

He rose beneath her hand 
Tlie fairest knight on Scottish mould. 

Her brother, Ethert Brand ! 

Merry it is in good greenwood. 

When the mavis and merle are singing, 

But merrier were they in Dunfermline gray, 
When all the bells were ringing. 



XVI. 

Just as the minstrel sounds were stayed, 

A stranger climbed the steepy glade; 

His martial step, his stately mien, 

His hunting-suit of Lincoln green, 

His eagle glance, remembrance claims — 

'Tis Snowdoun's Knight, 'tis James Pitz-Jamos. 

Ellen belield as in a dream, 

Then, starting, scarce suppressed a scream 



THE PROPHECY. 175 

" O stranger ! in siicli liour of fear 
What evil hap has brought thee here ? " 
" An evil hap how can it be 
That bids me look again on thee? 
By promise bound, my former guide 
Met me betimes this raorning-tide, 
And marshalled over bank and bourne 
The happy path of my return." 
" The happy path ! — what ! said he nought 
Of war, of battle to be fought, 
Of guarded pass ? " " No, by my faith ! 
Nor saw I aught could augur scathe." 
"Oh, haste thee, Allan, to the kern : 
Yonder his tartans I discern ; 
Learn thou his purpose, and conjure 
That he will guide the stranger sure ! — 
What prompted thee, unhappy man ? 
The meanest serf in Eoderick's clan 
Had not been bribed, by love or fear, 
Unknown to him to guide thee here." 



XVII. 

" Sweet Ellen, dear my life must be, 

Since it is worthy care from thee ; 

Yet life I hold but idle breath 

When love or honor's weighed with death. 

Then let me profit by my chance. 

And speak my purpose bold at once. 

I come to bear thee from a wild 



176 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Where ne'er before such blossom smiled, 

By this soft hand to lead thee far 

From frantic scenes of feud and war. 

Near Bochastle my horses wait ; 

They bear us soon to Stirling gate. 

I '11 place thee in a lovely bower, 

I '11 guard thee like a tender flower — " 

'•' Oh hush, Sir Knight ! 't were female art, 

To say I do not read thy heart ; 

Too much, before, my selfish ear 

Was idly soothed my praise to hear. 

That fatal bait hath lured thee back, 

In deathful hour, o'er dangerous track ; 

And how, oh how, can I atone 

The wreck my vanity brought on ! — 

Oae way remains — 1 '11 tell him all — 

Yes ! struggling bosom, forth it shall ! 

Thou, whose light folly bears the blame. 

Buy thine own pardon with thy shame ! 

But first — my father is a man 

Outlawed and exiled, under ban ; 

The price of blood is on his head, 

With me 't were infamy to wed. 

Still wouldst thou speak ? — then hear the truth ! 

Fitz-James, there is a noble youth — 

If yet he is ! — exposed for me 

And. mine to dread extremity — 

Thou hast the secret of my heart; 

Forgive, be generous, and depart ! '* 



J. 



THE PROPHECY, 



177 




XVIII. 



Pitz-Jaraes knew every wily train 
A lady's fickle heart to gain, 
But here he knew and felt them vain. 
There shot no glance from Ellen's eve, 



178 THE LADY OF TEE LAKE. 

To give her stead fjist speech the lie ; 

111 maiden confidence she stood, 

Though mantled in her cheek the blood, 

And told her love with such a sigh 

Of deep and hopeless agony. 

As death had sealed her Malcohii's doom 

And she sat sorrowing on his tomb. 

Hope vanished from Fitz-James's eye, 

But not witli hope fled sympathy. 

He proffered to attend her side, 

As brother would a sister guide. 

" Oh little know'st thou Koderick's heart ! 

Safer for both we go apart. 

Oh liaste thee, and from Allan learn 

If thou mayst trust yon wily kern." 

With hand upon his forehead laid, 

The conflict of his mind to shade, 

A parting step or two he made ; 

Then, as some thought had crossed his brain, 

He paused, and turned, and came again. 



XIX. 

" Here, lady, yet a parting word ! — 
It chanced in fight that my poor sword 
Preserved the life of Scotland's lord. 
This ring the grateful Monarch gave. 
And bade, when I had boon to crave. 
To bring it back, and boldly claim 
The recompense that I would name. 



THE PROPHECr. 179 

Ellen, I am no courtly lord. 

But one who lives by lance and sword, 

Whose castle is his helm and shield, 

His lordship the embattled field. 

What from a prince can I demand, 

Who neither reck of state nor land ? 

Ellen, thy hand — the ring is thine; 

Each guard and usher knows the sign. 

Seek thou the King without delay ; 

This signet shall secure thy way : 

And claim thy suit, w^hate'er it be. 

As ransom of his pledge to me." 

He placed the golden circlet on. 

Paused — kissed her hand — and then was gone. 

The aged minstrel stood aghast, 

So hastily Eitz-James shot past. 

He joined his guide, and wending down 

The ridges of the mountain brown, 

Across the stream they took tlicir way 

That joins Loch Katrine to Achray. 



XX. 

All in the Trosachs' glen was still. 
Noontide was sleeping on the hill : 
Sudden his guide whooped loud and high 
" Murdoch ! was that a signal cry ? " — 
He stammered forth, " I shout to scare 
Yon raven from his dainty fare." 
He looked — he knew the raven's prey, 



180 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

His own brave steed : " Ah ! gallant gray ! 
Por thee — for me, perchance — 't were well 
We ne'er had seen the Trosachs' dell. — 
Murdoch, move first — but silently ; 
Whistle or whoop, and thou shalt die ! " 
Jealous and sullen on they ftired, 
Each silent, each upon his guard. 



XXI. 

Now wound the path its dizzy ledge 
Around a precipice's edge, 
When lo ! a wasted female form, 
Blighted by wrath of sun and storm, 
In tattered weeds and wild array, 
Stood on a cliff beside the way, 
And glancing round her restless eye, 
Upon the wood, the rock, the sky, 
Seemed nought to mark, yet all to spy. 
Her brow was wreathed with gaudy broom ; 
With gesture wild she Avaved a plume 
Of feathers, which the eagles fling 
To crag and cliff from dusky wing ; 
Such spoils her desperate step had sought. 
Where scarce was footing for the goat. 
The tartan plaid she first descried, 
And shrieked till all the rocks replied ; 
As loud she laughed when near they drew. 
For then the Lowland garb she knew ; 
And then her hands she wildly wrung, 



THE PROPHECY. 181 

And then she wept, and then she sung — 
She sung ! — the voice, in better time. 
Perchance to harp or lute might chime ; 
And now, though strained and roughened, still 
Rung wildly sweet to dale and hill. 



XXII. 
SONG. 

They bid me sleep, they bid me pray, 

They say my brain is warped and wrung 
I cannot sleep on Highland brae, 

I cannot pray in Highland tongue. 
But were I now where Allan glides. 
Or heard my native Devan's tides, 
So sweetly woidd I rest, and pray , 

That Heaven would close ray wintry day ! 

'T was thus my hair they bade me braid, 
They made me to the church repair ; 

It was my bridal morn they said, 

And my true love would meet me there. 

But woe betide the cruel guile 

That drowned, in blood the morning smile ! 

And woe betide the fairy dream ! 

I only waked to sob and scream. 



182 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



XXIII. 

" Who is this maid ? what means her Lay ? 

She hovers o'er the liollow way, 

And flutters wide her mantle gray, 

As tlie lone heron spre.ids his wing, 

By twilight, o'er a haunted spring." 

" 'T is Blanche of Devan," Mm*doch said, 

"A crazed and captive Lowland maid, 

Ta'en on the morn she was a bride, 

When Eoderick forayed Devan-side. 

The gay bridegroom resistance made. 

And felt our Cliief's unconquered blade. 

I marvel she is now at large, 

But oft she 'scapes from Maudlin's charge. — 

Hence, brain-sick fool ! " — He raised his bow : — 

" Now, if thou strik'st her but one blow, 

I '11 pitch thee from the cliff as far 

As ever peasant pitched a bar ! " 

" Thanks, champion, thanks ! " the Maniac cried, 

And pressed her to Fitz-James's side. 

*' See the gi'ay pennons I prepare, 

To seek my true love through the air ! 

I will not lend that savage groom, 

To break his fall, one downy plume ! 

No ! — deep amid disjointed stones, 

The wolves shall batten on his bones, 

And then shall his detested plaid. 

By bush and brier in mid-air stayed. 



THE PROPHECY. 183 



Wave forth a banner fair and free, 
Meet signal for their revehy." 



XXIV. 

" Hush thee, poor maiden, and be still ! " 
" Oh ! thou look'st kindly, and I will. 
Mine eye has dried and wasted been. 
But still it loves the Lincoln green ; 
And, though mine ear is all unstrung, 
Still, still it loves the Lowland tongue. 

" For oh ray sweet William was forester true. 
He stole poor Blanche's lieart away ! 

His coat it was all of the greenwood hue, 
And so blithely he trilled the Lowland lay ! 

" It was not that I meant to tell . . . 
But thou art wise and guessest well." 
Then, in a low and broken tone, 
And hurried note, the song went on. 
Still on the Clansman fearfully 
She fixed, her apprehensive eye, 
Then, turned it on the Knight, and then 
Her look glanced wildly o'er the glen. 



XXV. 

" The toils are pitched and the stakes are set. 
Ever sing merrily, merrily ; 



184 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

The bows they bend, and the knives they whet, 
Hunters live so cheerily. 

" It was a stag, a stag of ten, 

Bearing its branches sturdily ; 
He came stately down the glen, — 

Ever sing hardily, hardily. 

" It was there he met with a wounded doe, 

She was bleeding deathfuUy ; 
She warned him of the toils below. 

Oh, so faithfully, faithfully ! 

" He had an eye, and he could heed, — 

Ever sing warily, warily ; 
He had a foot, and he could speed, — 

Hunters watch so narrowly." 



XXVI. 

Fitz-James's mind was passion-tossed, 
When Ellen's hints and fears were lost ; 
But Murdoch's shout suspicion wrought, 
And Blanche's song conviction brought. 
Not like a stag that spies the snare. 
But lion of the hunt aware, 
He waved at once his blade on high, 
"J)isclose thy treachery, or die ! " 
Forth at full speed the Clansman flew, 



THE PROPHECY. 185 

But in his race his bow he drew. 

The shaft just grazed Pitz- James's crest, 

And tlirilled in Blanche's faded breast. — 

Murdoch of Alpine ! prove thy speed, i 

For ne'er had Alpine's son such need ; 

With heart of fire, and foot of wind, 

The fierce avenger is behind ! 

Fate judges of the rapid strife — 

The forfeit death — the prize is life ; 

Thy kindred ambush lies before, 

Close couched upon the heathery moor ; 

Them couldst thou reach! — it may not be — 

Thine ambushed kin thou ne'er shalt see, 

The fiery Saxon gains on thee ! — 

Eesistless speeds the deadly thrust. 

As lightning strikes the pine to dust; 

With foot and hand Fitz-James must strain ■ 

Ere he can win his blade again. 

Bent o'er the fallen with falcon eye, 

He grimly smiled to see him die, ; 

Then slower wended back his way, j 

Where the poor maiden bleeding lay. i 



XXVII. 

She sat beneath the birchen tree, 
Her elbow resting on her knee; 
She had withdrawn the fatal shaft. 
And gazed on it, and feebly laughed ; 



186 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Her wreath of broom and feathers gray, 

Daggied with blood, beside her lay. 

The Knight to stanch the life-stream tried, — 

" Stranger, it is in vain ! " she cried. 

" This honr of death has given me more 

Of reason's power than years before ; 

For, as these ebbing veins decay, 

My frenzied visions fade away. 

A helpless injured wretch I die, 

And something tells me in thine eye 

Tliat thou wert mine avenger born. 

Seest thou this tress ? — Oh, still I 've worn 

This little tress of yellow hair, 

Tlirough danger, frenzy, and despair ! 

It once was bright and clear as thine, 

But blood and tears have dimmed its shine. 

I will not tell thee when 't was shred. 

Nor from what guiltless victim's head, — 

My brain would turn ! — but it shall wave 

Like plumage on thy helmet brave. 

Till sun and wind shall bleach the stain, 

And thou wilt bring it me again. 

I waver still. — God ! more bright 

Let reason beam her parting light ! — 

Ob, by thy knighthood's honored sign, 

And for thy life preserved by mine. 

When thou shalt see a darksome man, 

Who boasts him Chief of Alpine's Clan, 

With tartans broad and shadowy plume, 

And hand of blood, and brow of gloom. 



THE PROPHECY. 187 

Be thy heart bold, thy weapon strong, 
And wreak poor Blanche of Devan's wrong ! — 
They watch I'or thee by pass and fell . . . 
Avoid the path ... God ! . . . farewell." 



XXVIII. 

A kindly heart had brave Eitz-James ; 

Fast poured his eye at pity's claims ; 

And now, with mingled grief and ire, 
\ He saw the murdered maid expire. 

5 " God, in my need, be my relief, 

f As I wreak this on yonder Chief! " 

I A lock from Blanche's tresses fair 

I He blended with her bridegroom's hair ; 

iTlie mingled braid in blood he dyed. 
And placed it on his bonnet-side : 
1^ " By Him whose word is truth, I swear, 

No otlier favor will I wear, 
Till this sad token I imbrue 
In the best blood of Roderick Dhu ! — 
,, But hark ! what means yon faint halloo ? 

The chase is up, — but they shall know, 
The stag at bay 's a dangerous foe." 
Barred from the known but guarded way. 
Through copse and cliffs Fitz -James must stray, 
And oft must change his desperate track. 
By stream and precipice turned back. 
Heartless, fatigued, and faint, at length. 



THE LAUr OF THE LAKE. 

From lack of food and loss of streiig'th, 
He couched him in a thicket hoar, 
And thought his toils and perils o'er : - 
" Of all my rash adventures past, 
This frantic feat must prove the last ! 




Who e'er so mad but might have guessed 
That all this Highland hornet's nest 
Would muster up in swarms so soon 
As e'er they heard of bands at Doune ? — 
Like bloodhounds now they search me out, 
Hark, to the whistle and the shout ! — 
If fiirther through the wilds I go, 



THE PROPHECY. 189 

I only fall upon the foe : 

I '11 couch me here till evening gray, 

Then darkling try my dangerous way." 



XXIX. 

The shades of eve come slowly down, 

The woods are wrapt in deeper brown, 

The ow4 awakens from her dell. 

The fox is heard upon the fell ; 

Enough remains of glimmering light 

To guide the wanderer's steps aright, 

Yet not enough from far to show 

His figure to the watchful foe. 

With cautious step and ear awake, 

He climbs the crag and threads the brake ; 

And not the summer solstice there 

Tempered the midnight mountain air. 

But every breeze that swept the wold 

Benumbed his drenched limbs Avith cold. 

In dread, in danger, and alone, 

Pamished and chilled, through ways unknown, 

Tangled and steep, he journeyed on ; 

Till, as a rock's huge point he turned, 

A watch-fire close before him burned. 



XXX. 

Beside its embers red and clear, 
Basked in his plaid a mountaineer 



190 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

And lip he sprung with sword in hand, — 

" Thy name and purpose ! Saxon, stand ! " 

"A stranger." " AVhat dost thou require?'* 

" Rest and a guide, and food and fire. 

My life's beset, my path is lost, 

The gale has chilled my limbs with frost." 

" Art thou a friend to Roderick? " " No." 

" Thou dar'st not call thyself a foe ? " 

" I dare ! to him and all the band 

He brings to aid his murderous hand." 

" Bold words! — but, though the beast of game 

The privilege of chase may claim, 

Though space and law the stag we lend. 

Ere hound we slip or bow we bend, 

Who ever recked, where, how, or when. 

The prowling fox was trapped or slain ? 

Thus treacherous scouts, — yet sure they lie, 

AVho say thou cam'st a secret spy ! " — 

" They do, by heaven ! — come Roderick Dhu, 

And of his clan the boldest two. 

And let me but till morning rest, 

I write the falsehood on their crest." 

" If by the blaze I mark aright. 

Thou bear'st the belt and spur of Knight." 

" Then by these tokens mayst thou know 

Each proud oppressor's mortal foe." 

" Enough, enough ; sit down and share 

A soldier's couch, a soldier's fare." 



THE PROPHECY. 191 

XXXT. 

He gave him of his Highland cheer, 
The hardened flesh of mountain deer ; 
Dry fuel on the fire he laid, 
And hade the Saxon share his plaid. 
He tended him like welcome guest, 
Then thus his further speech acklressed : — 
" Stranger, I am to Roderick Dhu 
A clansman born, a kinsman true ; 
Each word against his honor spoke 
Demands of me avenging stroke ; 
Yet more, — upon thy fate, 't is said, 
A miglity augury is laid. 
It rests with me to wind my horn, — 
Thou art with numbers overborne ; 
It rests with me, here, brand to brand, 
Worn as tliou art, to bid thee stand : 
But, not for clan, nor kindred's cause, 
Will I depart from honor's laws ; 
To assail a wearied man were shame, 
And stranger is a holy name ; 
Guidance and rest, and food and fire, 
In vain he never must require. 
Then rest thee here till dawn of day ; 
Myself will guide thee on the way, 
O'er stock and stone, through watch and ward, 
Till past Clan-Alpine's outmost guard, 
As far as Coilantogle's ford ; 
From thence thy warrant is thy sword." 



\9-Z THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

" I take tliy courtesy, by heaven, 
As freely as 't is nobly given ! " 
"Well, rest thee; for the bittern's cry 
Sings us the lake's wild lullaby." 
With that he shook the gathered heath, 
And spread his plaid upon the wreath ; 
And the brave foemen, side by side. 
Lay peaceful down like brothers tried, 
And slept until the dawning beam 
Purpled the mountain and the stream. 



CANTO FIFTH. 

THE COMBAT. 



THE COMBAT 




COILANTOGLE FORD 



CANTO FIFTH. 

THE COMBAT. 



Fair as the earliest beam of eastern light, 

When first, by the bewildered jDilg-rim spied, 
It smiles upon the dreary brow of night. 

And silvers o'er the torrent's foaming tide, 
And lights the fearful path on mountain-side, — 

Fair as that beam, although the fairest far, 
Giving to horror grace, to danger pride, 

Shine martial Faith, and Courtesy's bright star, 
Through all the wreckful storms that cloud the brow of 
War. 



II. 

That early beam, so fair and sheen, 
Was twinkling through the hazel screen, 
When, rousing at its glimmer red. 
The warriors left their lowly bed. 
Looked out upon tlie dappled sky, 
Muttered their soldier matins by. 
And then awaked their fire, to steal, 
As short and rude, their soldier meal. 



198 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

I That o 'er, tlie Gael around him tlirew 

I His graceful plaid of varied hue, 

And, true to promise, led the way, 

! By thicket green and mountain gray. 

i A wiklering path ! — they winded now 

i Along the precipice's bi'ow, 

Commanding the rich scenes beneath. 
The windings of the Fortli and Teith, 

I And all tlie vales between that lie, 

: Till Stirling's turrets melt in sky ; 

Then, sunk in copse, their farthest glance 
Gained not the length of horseman's lance. 
'T was oft so steep, the foot was fain 
Assistance from the hand to gain ; 
So tangled oft that, bursting through, 
Each hawthorn shed her showers of dew, — 
That diamond dew, so pure and clear, 
It rivals all but Beauty's tear ! 



III. 



At length they came where, stern and steep, 
The hill sinks down upon the deep. 
Here Vennacliar in silver flows. 
There, ridge on ridge, Benledi rose ; 
Evei* the hollow path twined on. 
Beneath steep bank and tlireatening stone ; 
A hundred men might hold the post 
With hardihood against a host. 



THE COMBAT. 199 

The rugg-ed mountain's scanty cloak 

Was dwarfish shrubs of birch and oak, 1 

With shingles bai-e, and cliffs between, i 

And patches bright of bracken green, I 

And heather black, that waved so high, 1 

It held the copse in rivalry. j 

But wiiere the lake slept deep and still, \ 

Dank osiers fringed the swamp and hill ; 

And oft both path and hill Avere torn. 

Where wintry torrent down had borne, 

And heaped upon the cumbered land 

Its wreck of gravel, rocks, and sand. 

So toilsome was the road to trace, 

The guide, abating of his pace, 

Led slowly through the pass's jaws, 

And asked Fitz-James by what strange cause 

He sought these wilds, traversed by few, 

Without a pass from Eoderick Dhu. 



" Brave Gael, my pass, in danger tried, 
Hangs in my belt and by my side ; 
Yet, sooth to tell," the Saxon said, 
" I dreamt not now to claim its aid. 
When here, but three days since, I came. 
Bewildered in pursuit of game. 
All seemed as peaceful and as stdl 
As the mist slumbering on yon hill : 



^00 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Thy dangerous Chief was then afar, 
Nor soon expected back from Avar. 
Thus said, at least, my mountain-guide, 
Though deep perchance the villain lied." 
" Yet why a second venture try ? " 
" A Avarrior thou, and ask me Avliy ! — 
Moves our free course by sucli fixed cause 
As gives the poor mechanic laAVs ? 

; Enough, I sought to drive away 

I The lazy liours of peaceful day ; 

Slight cause will then suffice to guide 

A Knight's free footsteps far and Avide, — 

A falcon floAvn, a grayhound strayed, 

I The merry glance of mountain maid ; 

Or, if a path be dangerous known, 

j The danger's self is lure alone." 



V. 

" Thy secret keep, I urge thee not ; — 
Yet, ere again ye souglit this spot, 
Say, heard ye nought of IjOAvland Avar, 
Against Olan-Alpine, raised by Mar ? " 
'' No, by my Avord ; — of bands prepared 
To guard King James's sports I heard ; 
Nor doubt I aught, but, Avhen they hear 
This muster of the mountaineer, 
Their pennons Avill abroad be flung, 
Which else in Doune had peaceful hung.' 



THE COMBAT. 201 

" Free be they flung ! for we were loath 
Their silken folds should feast the moth. 
Free be they flung ! — as free shall wave 
Clan-Alpine's pine in banner brave. 
But, strange]-, peaceful since you came, 
Bewildered in the mountain-game, 
Whence the bold boast by which you show 
Yich-Alpine's vowed and mortal foe ? " 
"Warrior, but y ester-morn I knew 
Nought of thy Chieftain, Eoderick Dhu, 
Save as an outlawed desperate man, 
The chief of a rebellious clan, 
Who, in the Eegent's court and sight. 
With ruffian dagger stabbed a knight ; 
Yet this alone might from his part 
Sever each true and loyal heart." 



VI. 



Wrathful at such arraignment foul, 
Dark lowered the clansman's sable scowl. 
A space he paused, then sternly said, 
" And heardst thou why he drew his blade? 
Heardst thou that shameful word and blow 
Brought Eoderick's vengeance on his foe ? 
What recked the Chieftain if he stood 
On Highland heath or Holy-Eood ? 
He rights such wrong where it is given, 
If it were in the court of heaven." 



aO-2 



THE LAUr OF THE LAKE. 



" Still was it outrage; — yet, 't is true, 
Not then claimed sovereig-nty his due; 
While Albany with feeble hand 




Held borrowed truncheon of command, 
The young King, mewed in Stirling tower. 
Was stranger to respect and power. 



THE COMBAT. 203 

But then, thy Chieftain's robber life ! — 
Winning mean prey by causeless strife, 
Wrenching from ruined Lowland swain 
His herds and harvest reared in vain, — 
Methinks a soul like thine should scorn 
The spoils from such foul foray borne." 



VII. 

The Gael beheld him grim the while, 
And answered with disdainful smile : 
" Saxon, from yonder mountain high, 
I marked thee send delighted eye 
Far to the south and east, where lay, 
Extended in succession gay, 
Deep waving fields and pastures green. 
With gentle sloptis and groves between : - 
These fertile plains, that softened vale. 
Were once the birthright of the Gael ; 
The stranger came with iron hand. 
And from our fathers reft the land. 
Where dwell we now ? See, rudely swell 
Crag over crag, and fell o'er (ell. 
Ask w^e this savage hill we tread 
For fattened steer or household bread, 
Ask we for flocks these shingles dry, 
And well the mountain might reply, — 
* To you, as to your sires of yore, 
Belong the target and claymore ! 



204 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

I give you shelter in my breast, 

Your own good blades must win the rest.* 

Pent in this fortress of the North, 

Think'st thou we will not sally forth, 

To spoil the spoiler as we may, 

And from the robber rend the prey ? 

Ay, by ray soul ! — While on yon plain 

The Saxon rears one shock of grain, 

While of ten thousand herds there strays 

But one along yon river's maze, — 

The Gael, of plain and river heir, 

Shall with strong hand redeem his share. 

Where live the mountain Chiefs who hold 

That plundering Lowland field and fold 

Is aught but retribution true ? 

Seek other cause 'gainst Eoderick Dhu." 



VIII. 

Answered Fitz- James : " And, if I sought, 

Think'st thou no other could be brought ? 

What deem ye of my patli waylaid ? 

My life given o'er to ambuscade ? " 

" As of a meed to rashness due : 

Hadst thou sent Avarniiig fair and true, — 

I seek my hound or falcon strayed, 

I seek, good faith, a Highland maid, — 

Free hadst thou been to come and go ; 

But secret path marks secret foe. 



THE COMBAT. 205 

Nor yet for this, even as a spy, 

Hadst thou, un heard, been doomed to die, 

Save to fulfil a!i augury." 

" Well, let it pass ; nor will I now 

Tresh cause of enmity avow, 

To chafe thy mood and cloud tliy brow. 

Enough, I am by promise tied 

To match me with this man of pride : 

Twice have I sought Clan- Alpine's glen 

In peace; but when I come again, 

I come with banner, brand, and bow, 

As leader seeks his mortal foe. 

For love-lorn swain in lady's bower 

Ne'er panted for the appointed hour. 

As I, until before me stand 

This rebel Chieftain and his band ! " 



IX. 



'* Have then thy wish ! " — He whistled shrill, 

And he was answered from the hill; 

Wild as the scream of the curlew. 

From crag to crag the signal flew. 

Instant, through copse and heath, arose 

Bonnets and spears and bended bows ; 

On right, on left, above, below. 

Sprung up at once the lurkiug foe ; 

From shingles gray their lances start. 

The bracken bush sends forth the dart. 



206 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

The rushes and the willow-wand 

Are-bristling into axe and brand, 

And every tuft of broom gives life 

To plaided warrior armed for strife. 

That whistle garrisoned the glen 

At once with full five hundred men, 

As if the yawning hill to heaven 

A. subterranean host had given. 

Watching their leader's beck and will. 

All silent there they stood and still. 

Like the loose crags whose threatening mass 

Lay tottering o'er the hollow pass. 

As if an infant's touch could urge 

Their headlong passage down the verge, 

With step and weapon forward flung, 

Upon the mountain-side they hung. 

The Mountaineer cast glance of pride 

Along Benledi's living side, 

Then fixed his eye and sable brov/ 

Pull on Fitz-James : " How say'st thou now? 

These are Clan- Alpine's warriors true ; 

And, Saxon, — I am Roderick Dhu I " 



Fitz-James was brave : — though to his heart 
The life-blood thrilled with sudden start. 
He manned himself with dauntless air, 
Eeturned the Chief his haughty stare. 



THE COMBAT. 207 

His back against a rock he bore, 

And firmly placed liis foot before : — 

" Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly 

From its firm base as soon as I." 

Sir Roderick marked, — and in his eyes 

Respect was mingled with surprise, 

And the stern joy which warriors feel 

In foeman worthy of their steel. 

Short space he stood — then waved his hand: 

Down sunk the disappearing band ; 

Each warrior vanished where he stood, 

In broom or bracken, heath or wood ; 

Sunk brand and spear and bended bow, 

In osiers pale and copses low ; 

It seemed as if their mother Earth 

Had swallowed up her warlike birth. 

The wind's last breath had tossed in air 

Pennon and plaid and plumage fair, — 

The next but swept a lone hill-side. 

Where heath and fern were waving wide : 

The sun's last glance was glinted back 

From spear and glaive, from targe and jack, — 

The next, all unrefleeted, shone 

On bracken green and cold gray stone. 



XI. 

Fitz- James looked round, — yet scarce believed 
The witness that his sight received ; 



208 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Such apparition well might seem 

Delusion of a dreadful dream. 

Sir Eoderick in suspense he eyed, 

And to his look the Chief replied : 

" Fear nought — nay, that I need not say — 

But — doubt not aught from mine array. 

Thou art my guest ; — I pledged my word 

As far as Coilantogle ford : 

Nor would I call a clansman's brand 

For aid against one valiant hand, 

Though on our strife lay every vale 

Eent by the Saxon from tlie Gael. 

So move we on ; — I only meant 

To show the reed on which you leant. 

Deeming this path you might pursue 

Without a pass from Roderick Dhu." 

They moved ; — I said Fitz-James was brave 

As ever knight that belted glaive, 

Yet dai-e not say that now his blood 

Kept on its wont and tempered flood, 

As, following Roderick's stride, he drew 

Tliat seeming lonesome pathway through, 

Wliich yet by fearful proof was rife 

With lances, that, to take his life, 

Waited but signal from a guide, 

So late dishonored and defied. 

Ever, by stealth, his eye sought round 

The vanished guardians of the ground. 

And still from copse and heather deep 

Fancy saw spear and broadsword peep. 



THE COMBAT. 209 

And ill the plover's shrilly strain 
The signal whistle heard again. 
Nor breathed he free till far behind 
The pass was left; for then they wind 
Along a wide and level green, 
Where neither tree nor tuft was seen, 
Nor rush nor bush of broom was near. 
To hide a bonnet or a spear. 



XII. 

The Chief in silence strode before. 

And reached that torrent's sounding shore. 

Which, daughter of three mighty lakes, 

From Vennachar in silver breaks. 

Sweeps through the plain, and ceaseless mines 

On Bochastle the mouldering lines. 

Where Eome, the Empress of the Avorld, 

Of yore her eagle wings unfurled. 

And here his course the Chieftain stayed, 

Threw dowu his target and his plaid, 

And to the Lowland warrior said : 

"Bold Saxon ! to his promise just, 

Vich- Alpine has discharged his trust. 

This murderous Chief, this ruthless man, 

This head of a rebellious clan, 

Hath led thee safe, through watch and ward, 

Far past Clan- Alpine's outmost guard. 

Now, man to man, and steel to steel. 



210 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 




A Chieftain's vengeance thou shalt feel. 
See, here all vantageless I stand, 
Armed like thyself with single brand ; 
For this is Coilantogle ford, 
And thou must keep thee with thy sword.' 



XIII. 



The Saxon paused : "I ne'er delayed, 
When foeman bade me draw my blade 



THE COMBAT. 211 

Nay more, brave Chief, I vowed thy death ; 

Yet sure thy fair and generous faith, 

And my deep debt for life preserved, 

A better meed have well deserved : 

Can nought but blood oar feud atone ? 

Are there no means ? " — " No, stranger, none ! 

And hear, — to fire thy flagging zeal, — 

The Saxon cause rests on thy steel ; 

For thus spoke Fate by prophet bred 

Between the living and the dead : 

' Who spills the foremost foeman's life, 

His party conquers in the strife.' " 

" Then, by ray word," the Saxon said, 

" The riddle is already read. 

Seek yonder brake beneath the cliff, — 

There lies Red Murdoch, stark and stiff. 

Thus Fate hath solved her prophecy ; 

Then yield to Fate, and not to me. 

To James at Stirling let us go, 

When, if thou wilt be still his foe, 

Or if the King shall not agree 

To grant thee grace and favor free, 

I plight mine honor, oath, and word 

That, to thy native strengths restored, 

With each advantage shalt thou stand 

That aids thee now to guard thy land." 



13 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



XIV. 

Dark liglitiiiiig- llaslieil iVoiii llodcrick's eye : 

" Soars thy presumption, tlieii, so liigh, 

Because; a wretelied kern ye slew, 

llouiat>-e to name to lloderiek Dim? 

He yields not, lie, to man nor Fate ! 

Thou add'st but fuel to my hate ; — 

My clansman's blood demands revenge. 

Not yet prepared? — By heaven, I change 

My thought, and hold thy valor light 

As that of some vain carpet knight, 

Who ill deserved my courteous care. 

And whose best boast is but to Avear 

A braid of his fair lady's hair," 

" I thank thee, llochM-iek, for the word ! 

It nerves my heart, it steels my sword ; 

For I have sworn this braid to staiu 

In tlie best blood that warms tliy vein. 

Now, truce, farewell ! and, ruth, begone ! — 

Yet think not tliat by thee alone. 

Proud Chief ! can courtesy be shown ; 

Though not from copse, or heath, or cairn, 

Start at my whistle clansmeu stern. 

Of this small horn one feeble blast 

Would fearful odds against thee cast. 

But fear not — doubt not — which thou wilt — 

We try this quarrel hilt to hilt." 

Then each at once his falchion th'ew, 

Each on the arround his scabbanl threw. 



THE COMBAT. 213 

Each looked to sun and stream and plain 
As what they ne'er mig-ht see again ; 
Then foot and point and eye opposed, 
In dubious strife they darkly closed. 



XV. 

Ill fared it then with Roderick Dhu, 
That on the field his targe lie threw, 
Whose brazen studs and tough bull-hide 
Had death so often dashed aside ; 
Por, (rained abroad his arms to wield, 
Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield. 
He practised every pass and ward. 
To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard ; 
AVhile less expert, though stronger far, 
The Gael maintained unequal war. 
Three times in closing strife they stood, 
And thrice the Saxon blade draid^ blood ; 
No stinted draught, no scanty tide, 
The gushing Hood the tartans dyed. 
Fierce Roderick felt the fatal drain. 
And showered his blows like wintry rain ; 
And, as firm rock or castle-roof 
Against the winter shower is proof, 
The foe, invulnerable still, 
Foiled his wild rage by steady skill ; 
Till, at advantage ta'en, his brand 
Forced Roderick's Aveapon from his hand, 



214 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

And backward bonie upon the lea, 
Brought the proud Chieftain to his knee. 



XVI. 

"Now yield thee, or by Him who made 

The Avorld, thy heart's blood dyes my blade! " 

" Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy ! 

Let recreant yield, who fears to die." 

Like adder darting from his coil. 

Like wolf that dashes through the toil, 

Like mountain-cat who guards her young, 

Full at Fitz-James's throat he sprung ; 

Received, but recked not of a wound, 

And locked his arms his foeman round. — 

Now, gallant Saxon, hold thine own ! 

I No maiden's hand is round thee thrown ! 

I That desperate grasp thy frame might feel 

Through bars of brass and triple steel ! 

I They tug, they strain ! down, down they go, 

\ The Gael above, Fitz-James below. 

I The Chieftain's gripe his throat compressed, 

I His knee was planted on his breast ; 

I His clotted locks he backward threw. 

Across his brow his hand he drew, 
From blood and mist to clear his sight, 
Then gleamed aloft his dagger bright ! 
But hate and fury ill supplied 
The stream of life's exhausted tide, 



THE COMBAT. 215 

And all too late the advantage came, 
To turn the odds of deadly game ; 
For, while the dagger gleamed on high, 
Eeeled soul and sense, reeled brain and eye. 
Down came the blow ! but in the heath 
The erring blade found bloodless sheath. 
The struggling foe may now unclasp 
The fainting Chief's relaxing grasp; 
Unwounded from the dreadful close, 
But breathless all, Fitz- James arose. 



XVII. 

He faltered thanks to Heaven for life, 

Eedeemed, unhoped, from desperate strife ; 

Next on his foe his look he cast, 

Whose every gasp appeared his last ; 

In Koderick's gore he dipped the braid, — 

" Poor Blanche ! thy wrongs are dearly paid; 

Yet with thy foe must die, or live. 

The praise that faith and valor give." 

With that he blew a bugle note, 

Undid the collar from his throat, 

Unbonneted, and by the wave 

Sat down his brow and hands to lave. 

Then faint afar are heard the feet 

Of rushing steeds in gallop fleet ; 

The sounds increase, and now are seen 

Four mounted squires in Lincoln green ; 



216 



THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



Two wlio bear lance, and two who lead 
B}^ loosened rein a saddled steed ; 
Each onward held his headlong course, 
And by Fitz- James reined np his horse, 




With wonder viewed the bloody spot, — 
"Exclaim not, gallants! question not. — 
You, Herbert and Luffness, alight, 
And bind the wounds of vonder kniirht ; 



THE COMBAT. 217 

Let tlie gray palfrey bear his weight, i 

We destined for a fairer freight, i 

And bring him on to Stirling straigiit; \ 

I will before at better speed. 

To seek fresh horse and fitting weed. 

The sun rides high ; — I must be boune 

To see the archer-game at noon ; 

But lightly Bayard clears the lea. — 

De Vaux and Herries, follow me. 



XVIII. 

*' Stand, Bayard, stand ! " — the steed obeyed, 

With arching neck and bended head, 

And glancing eye and quivering ear. 

As if he loved his lord to hear. j 

No foot Fitz-James in stirrup stayed, j 

No grasp upon the saddle laid, i 

But wreathed his left hand in the mane, j 

And lightly bounded from the plain, I 

Turned on the horse his armed heel, i 

And stirred his courage with the steel. 

Bounded the fiery steed in air. 

The rider sat erect and fair, 

Then like a bolt from steel crossbow 

Forth launched, along the plain they go. 

They dashed that rapid torrent through. 

And up Carhonie's hill they flew ; 

Still at the gallop pricked the Knight, 



ai8 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

His raerrynien followed as they might. 
Along tliy banks, swift Teith ! they ride, 
And in the race they mock thy tide ; 
Torry and Lendrick now are past, 
And Deaiistown lies behind them cast ; 
They rise, the bannered towers of Donne, 
They sink in distant woodland soon ; 
Blair-Drnmmond sees the hoofs strike fire. 
They sweep like breeze through Ochtertyre ; 
They mark just glance and disappear 
The lofty brow of ancient Kier ; 
They bathe their coursers' sweltering sides, 
Dark Forth ! amid thy sluggish tides. 
And on the opposing sliorc take ground, 
With plash, with scramble, and with bound. 
Right-hand they leave thy cliffs, Craig-Forth ! 
And soon the bulwark of the North, 
Gray Stirling, with her towers and town, 
Upon their fleet career looked down. 



XIX. 

As up the flinty path they strained, 

Sudden his steed the leader reined ; 

A signal to his squire he flung, 

Who instant to his stirrup sprung : — 

" Seest thou, De Vaux, yon woodsman gray, 

Who townward holds the rocky Avay, 

Of stature tall and poor array ? 



THE COMBAT. 219 

Mark'st thou the firm, yet active stride, 

With which he scales the mountain-side ? 

Know'st thou from whence he comes, or whom ? " 

" No, by my word ; — a burly groom 

He seems, who in the field or chase 

A baron's train would nobly grace — " 

" Out, out, I)e Vaux ! can fear supply, 

And jealousy, no sharper eye ? 

Afar, ere to the hill he drew, 

That stately form and step I knew ; 

Like form in Scotland is not seen, 

Treads not such step on Scottish green. 

'T is James of Douglas, by Saint Serle ! 

The uncle of the banished Earl. 

Away, away, to court, to show 

The near approach of dreaded foe : 

The King must stand upon his guard ; 

Douglas and he must meet prepared." 

Then right-hand wheeled their steeds, and straight 

They won the castle's postern gate. 



XX. 



The Douglas, who had bent his way 
From Cambus-kenneth's abbey gray. 
Now, as he climbed the rocky shelf. 
Held sad communion with himself : — 
" Yes ! all is true my tears could frame j 
A prisoner lies tlie noble Graeme, 



220 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

And fiery Roderick soon will feel 
The vengeance of the royal steel. 
I, only I, can ward their fate, — 
Qod grant the ransom come not late ! 
Tlie Aljbess liatii lier promise given, 
My child shall be the bride of Heaven ; — 
Be pardoned one repining tear! 
For He who gave her knows how dear, 
How excellent ! — bnt that is by, 
And now my business is — to die. — 
Ye towers ! witliin whose circuit dread 
A Douglas by his sovereign bled ; 
And thou, sad and fatal mound ! 
That oft hast heard tlie death-axe sound. 
As on the noblest of the land 
Fell the stern lieadsman's bloody hand, — 
The dungeon, block, and nameless tomb 
Prepare — for Douglas seeks his doom ! 
But hark ! what blithe and jolly peal 
Makes the Franciscan steeple reel? 
And see ! upon the crowded street, 
In motley groups what masquers meet ! 
Banner and pageant, pipe and drum, 
And merry morrice-dancers come. 
I guess, by all this quaint array, 
The burghers liold their sports to-day. 
James will be there ; he loves such show, 
Where the good yeoman bends his bow. 
And the tough wrestler foils his foe, 
As well as where, in proud career. 



THE COMBAT. 221 

The higli-borii tilter shivers spear. 

I '11 follow to the Castle-park, 

And play my prize ; — King James shall mark 

If age has tamed these sinews stark, 

Whose force so oft in happier days 

His boyish wonder loved to praise." 



XXI. 

The Castle gates were open flung, 

The quivering drawbridge rocked and rung, 

And echoed loud the flinty street 

Beneath the coursers' clattering feet, 

As slowly down tlie steep descent 

Fair Scotland's King and nobles went, 

Wliile all along the croAvded way 

Was jubilee and loud huzza. 

And ever James was bending low 

To his white jennet's saddle-bow, 

Dofii ng his cap to city dame, 

Who smiled and blushed for pride and shame. 

And well the simperer might be vain, — 

He chose the fairest of the train. 

Gravely he greets each city sire. 

Commends each pageant's quaint attire, 

Gives to the dancers thanks aloud. 

And smiles and nods upon the crowd. 

Who rend the heavens with their acclaims, — 

" Long live the Commons' King, King James ! " 



222 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Behind the King tlironged peer and knight, 
And noble dame and damsel bright, 
Whose fiery steeds ill brooked the stay 
Of the steep street and crowded way. 
But in the train you might discern 
Dark lowering brow and visage stern ; 
There nobles mourned their pride restrained, 
xVnd the mean burgher's joys disdained ; 
And chiefs, who, hostage for their clan, 
Were each from home a banished man, 
There thought upon their own gray tower. 
Their waving woods, their feudal power, 
And deemed themselves a shameful part 
Of pageant which they cursed in heart. 



XXII. 

Now, in the Castle-park, drew out 
Their checkered bands the joyous rout. 
There morricers, witli bell at heel 
And blade in hand, their mazes wheel ; 
But chief, beside the butts, there stand 
Bold Robin Hood and all his band, — 
Friar Tuck with quarterstaff and cowl, 
Old Scathelocke with his surly scowl, 
Maid Marian, fair as ivory bone, 
Scarlet, and Mutch, and Little John ; 
Their bugles challenge all that Avill, 
In archery to prove their skill. 



THE COMBAT. 223 

The Douglas bent a bow of miglit, — 
His first shaft centred in the white, 
And when in turn he shot again, 
His second split the first in twain. 
From the King's hand must Douglas take 
A silver dart, the archers' stake ; 
Fondly he watched, Avith watery eye, 
Some answering glance of sympathy, — 
No kind emotion made reply ! 
Indifferent as to archer wight, 
The monarch gave the arrow bright. 



XXIII. 

Now, clear the ring ! for, hand to hand, 
The manly wrestlers take their stand. 
Two o'er the rest superior rose, 
And proud demanded mightier foes, — 
Nor called in vain, for Douglas came. — 
For life is Hugh of Larbert lame ; 
Scarce better John of Alloa's fare, 
Whom senseless home his comrades bare. 
Prize of the wrestling match, the King 
To Douglas gave a golden ring. 
While coldly glanced his eye of blue, 
As frozen drop of wintry dew. 
Douglas would speak, but in his breast 
His struggling soul his words suppressed 
Indisrnant then he turned him where 



224 



THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



Their arms tlie brawny yeomen bare, 
To liurl the massive bar in air. 
Wlieu each his utmost streng'th had shown, 
The Douo:las rent an earth-fast stone 




From its deep bed, then heaved it high. 
And sent the fragment through the sky 
A rood beyond the farthest mark ; 
And still in Stirling's royal park. 



THE COMBAT. 225 

The gray-haired sires, who know the past, 
To strangers point the Douglas cast, 
And moralize on the decay 
Of Scottish strength in modern day. 



XXIV. 

The vale with loud applauses rang, 

The Ladies' Eock sent back the clang. 

The King, with look unmoved, bestowed 

A purse well filled with pieces broad. 

Indignant smiled the Douglas proud, 

And threw the gold among the crowd, 

Who now with anxious wonder scan. 

And sharper glance, the dark gray man ; 

Till whispers rose among the throng, 

That heart so free, and hand so strong, ■ 

Must to the Douglas blood belong. | 

The old men marked and shook the head, i 

To see his hair with silver spread, | 

And winked aside, and told each son 

Of feats upon the English done, 

Ere Douglas of the stalwart hand I 

Was exiled from his native land. j 

The women praised his stately form, 

Though wrecked by many a winter's storm ; 

The youth wdth awe and wonder sa^v 

His strength surpassing Nature's law. 

Thus judged, as is their wont, the crowd, 



226 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Till murmurs rose to clamors loud. 
But not a glance from that proud ring 
Of peers who circled round the King 
With Douglas held communion kind, 
Or called the banished man to mind ; 
No, not from those who at the chase 
Once held his side the honored place, 
Begirt his board, and in the field 
Found safety underneath his sliield ; 
For he whom royal eyes disown, 
When was his form to courtiers known ! 



XXV. 

The Monarch saw the gambols flag, 

And bade let loose a gallant stag. 

Whose pride, the holiday to crown, 

Two favorite greyhounds should pull down. 

That venison free and Bourdeaux wine 

Might serve the archery to dine. 

But Lufra, — whom from Douglas' side 

Nor bribe nor threat could e'er divide, 

The fleetest hound in all the North, — 

Brave Lufra saw, and darted forth. 

She left the royal hounds midway. 

And dashing on the antlered prey. 

Sunk her sharp muzzle in his flank. 

And deep the flowing life-blood drank. 

The King's stout huntsman saw the sport 



THE COMBAT. 227 

By strange intruder broken short, 
Came up, and with his leash unbound 
In anger struck the noble hound. 
The Douglas liad endured, that morn. 
The King's cold look, the nobles' scorn. 
And last, and worst to spirit proud, 
Had borne tlie pity of the crowd ; 
But Lufra had been fondly bred, 
To share his board, to watch his bed. 
And oft would Ellen Lufra's neck 
In maiden glee with garlands deck; 
They were such playmates that with name 
Of Lufra Ellen's image came. 
His stifled wrath is brimming high. 
In darkened brow and flashing eye ; 
As waves before the bark divide, 
The crowd gave way before his stride ; 
Needs but a buffet and no more, 
The groom lies senseless in his gore. 
Such blow no other hand could deal. 
Though gauntleted in glove of steel. 



XXVI. 

Then clamored loud the royal train, 
And brandished swords and staves amain, 
But stern the Baron's warning : " Back ! 
Back, on your lives, ye menial pack ! 
Beware the Douglas. — Yes ! behold, 



238 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

King James ! The Douglas, doomed of old. 

And vainly souglit for near and far, 

A victim to atone the war, 

A willing victim, now attends. 

Nor craves thy grace but for his friends. — " 

" Thus is my clemency repaid ? 

P]-esumptuous Lord ! " the Monarch said : 

" Of tliy misproud ambitious clan, 

Thou, James of Bothwell, wert the man. 

The only man, in whom a foe 

My woman-mercy would not know ; 

But shall a Monarch's presence bi'ook 

Injurious blow and haughty look? — 

What ho ! the Captain of our Guard ! 

Give the offender fitting ward. — 

Break oft' the sports!" — for tumult rose, 

And yeomen 'gan to bend their bows, — 

*' Break oft' the sports ! " he said and frowned, 

" And bid our horsemen clear the ground." 



XXVII. 

Then uproar wild and misarray 
Marred the fair form of festal day. 
The horsemen pricked among the crowd, 
Repelled by threats and insult loud ; 
To earth are borne the old and weak, 
The timorous fly, the women shriek ; 
With flint, with shaft, with staft", with bar. 



THE COMBAT. 229 

The hardier urge tumultuous war. 
At once round Douglas darkly sweep 
The royal spears in circle deep, 
And slowly scale the pathway steep, 
Wliile on the rear in thunder pour 
■ The rabble with disordered roar. 

" With grief the noble Douglas saw 

\ The Connnons rise against the law, 

j And to the leading soldier said : 

j " Sir John of Hyndford, 't was my blade 

1 That knighthood on thy shoulder laid; 

For that good deed permit me then 
A word with these miso'uided men. — 



XXVIII. 

"Hear, gentle friends, ere yet for me 
Ye break the bands of fealty. 
My life, my honor, and my cause, 
I tender free to Scotland's laws. 
Are these so weak as must require 
The aid of your misguided ire ? 
Or if I suffer causeless wrong. 
Is then my selfish rage so strong. 
My sense of public weal so low, 
That, for mean vengeance on a foe. 
Those cords of love I should unbind 
Which knit my country and my kind? 
Oh no ! Believe, in vonder tower 



V 



230 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

It will not soothe my captive hour, 

To know, those spears our foes should dread 

For me in kindred gore are red : 

To know, in fruitless brawl begun, 

For me that mother wails her son. 

For me tliat widow's mate expires, 

For me that orphans weep their sires, 

That patriots mourn insulted laws, 

And curse the Douglas for the cause. 

Oh let your patience ward such ill, 

And keep your right to love me still ! '* 



XXIX. 

The crowd's wild fury sunk again 

In tears, as tempests melt in rain. 

With lifted hands and eyes, they prayed 

For blessings on his generous head 

Who for his country felt alone, 

And prized her blood beyond his own. 

Old men upon the verge of life 

Blessed him who stayed the civil strife ; 

And mothers held their babes on high, 

The self-devoted Chief to spy, 

Triumphant over wrongs and ire, 

To whom the prattlers owed a sire. 

Even the rough soldier's heart was moved; 

As if behind some bier beloved. 

With trailing arms and drooping head, 



THE COMBAT. 231 



The Douglas up the hill he led, 
And at the Castle's battled verge, 
With sighs resigned his honored charge. 



XXX. 

The offended Monarch rode apart. 
With bitter thouglit and swelling heart, 
And would not now vouchsafe again 
Through Stirling streets to lead his train. 
" O Lennox, Avho would wish to rule 
This changeling crowd, this common fool ? 
Hear'st thou," he said, " the loud acclaim 
With which they shout the Douglas name ? 
With like acclaim the vulgar throat 
Strained for King James their morning note 
With like acclaim they hailed the day 
When first I broke the Douglas sway; 
And like acclaim would Douglas greet 



If he could hurl mc from my seat. 
Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, 
Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain ? 
Vain as the leaf upon the stream. 
And fickle as a changeful dream ; 
Fantastic as a woman's mood. 
And fierce as Frenzy's fevered blood. 
Thou many-headed monster-thing. 
Oh who would wish to be thy king ? — 



^3^ THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



XXXI. 

" But soft ! wliat messenger of speed 

Spurs hitlierward his panting steed? 

I guess his cognizance afar — 

What from our cousin, John of Mar? " 

" He prays, my liege, your sports iceep bound 

Witliin the safe and guarded ground ; 

For some foul purpose yet unknown, — . 

Most sure for evil to the throne, — 

The outlawed Chieftain, Roderick Dhu, 

Has summoned his rebellious crew ; 

'Tis said, in James of Bothwell's aid 

These loose banditti stand arrayed. 

The Earl of Mar this morn from Doune 

To break their muster marched, and soon 

Your Grace will hear of battle fought ; 

But earnestly the Earl besought. 

Till for such danger he provide, 

With scanty train you will not ride." 



XXXII. 

"Thou warn'st me I have done amiss, 
I should have earlier looked to this ; 
I lost it in this bustling day. — 
Retrace witli speed thy former way ; 
Spare not for spoiling of thy steed, 
The best of mine shall be thy meed. 



THE COMBAT, 233 

Say to our faithful Lord of Mar, 
We do forbid the intended war ; 
Eoderick this morn in single fight 
Was made our prisoner by a knight, 
And Douglas hatli himself and cause 
Submitted to our kingdom's laws. 
The tidings of their leaders lost 
Will soon dissolve the mountain host, 
Nor would we that the vulgar feel, 
For their Chiefs crimes, avenging steel. 
Bear Mar our message, Braco, fly ! " 
He turned his steed, — "My liege, I hie, 
Yet ere I cross this lily lawn 
I fear the broadswords will be drawn." 
The turf the flying courser spurned. 
And to his towers the King returned. 



XXXIII. 

Ill with King James's mood that day 

Suited gay feast and minstrel lay; ; 

Soon were dismissed the courtly throng, 

And soon cut short the festal sons:. 

Nor less upon the saddened town i 

The evening sunk in sorrow down. I 

The burghers spoke of civil jar. 

Of rumored feuds and mountain war, 

Of Moray, Mar, and Roderick Dhu, I 

All up in arms ; — the Douglas too. 



234 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

They mourned him pent within the hold, 

"Where stout Earl William was of old."- 

And there his word the speaker stayed, 

And finger on his lip he laid, 

Or pointed to his dagger blade. 

But jaded horsemen from the west 

At evening to the Castle pressed, 

And busy talkers said they bore 

Tidings of fight on Katrine's shore ; 

At noon the deadly fray begun, 

And lasted till the set of sun. 

Tluis giddy rumor shook the town. 

Till closed the Night her pennons brown. 



CANTO SIXTH. 

THE GUARD-ROOM. 



"T" 



The Guard Room 




THE DUNGEON GATE 



CANTO SIXTH. 



THE GUARD-ROOM. 



The sun, awakening, through the smoky air 

Of the dark city casts a sullen glance, 
Rousing each caitiff to his task of care, 

Of sinful man the sad inheritance ; 
Summoning revellers from the lagging dance, 

Scaring the prowling robber to his den ; 
Gilding on battled tower the warder's lance. 

And warning student pale to leave his pen, 
And yield his drowsy eyes to the kind nurse of men. 

What various scenes, and oh, what scenes of woe, 

Are witnessed by that red and struggling beam ! 
Tlie fevered patient, from his pallet low. 

Through crowded hospital beholds it stream ; 
The ruined maiden trembles at its gleam, 

The debtor wakes to thought of gyve and jail, 
The love-lorn wretch starts from tormenting dream ; 

The wakeful mother, by the glimmering pale, 
Trims her sick infant's couch, and soothes his feeble 
wail. 



240 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, 

II. 

At dawn the towers of Stirling: rang 

With sohlier-step and weapon-clang, 

While drums with rolling note foretell 

Relief to weary sentinel. 

Throngh narrow loop and casement barred, 

The sunbeams sought the Court of Guard, 

And, struggling with the smoky air, 

Deadened the torches' yellow glare. 

In comfortless alliance shone 

The lights through arch of blackened stone, 

And showed wild shapes in garb of war, 

Faces deformed with beard and scar, 

All haggard from the midnight watch. 

And fevered with the stern debauch; 

For the oak table's massive board, 

Flooded with wine, with fragments stored, 

And beakers drained, and cups overthrown. 

Showed in what sport the night had tiown. 

Some, weary, snored on floor and bench ; 

Some labored still their thirst to quench ; 

Some, chilled with watching, spread their hands 

O'er the huge chimney's dying brands, 

While round them, or beside them flung. 

At every step their harness rung. 

III. 

These drew not for their fields the sword, 
Like tenants of a feudal lord, 



THE GUARD-ROOM. 241 

Nor owned the patriarchal claim 

Of Chieftain in their leader's name ; 

Adventurers they, from far who roved, 

To live by battle which they loved. 

There the Italian's clouded face, 

Tlie swartliy Spaniard's there you trace ; 

The mountain-loving- Switzer there 

More freely breathed in mountain-air; 

The Fleming- there despised the soil 

That paid so ill the laborer's toil ; 

Their rolls showed French and German name ; 

And merry Eng-land's exiles came, 

To share, with ill-concealed disdain. 

Of Scotland's pay the scanty gain. 

All brave in arms, well trained to wield 

The heavy halberd, brand, and shield ; 

In camps licentious, wild, and bold; 

In pillage fierce and uncontrolled; 

And now, by holytide and feast. 

From rules of discipline released. 



IV. 

They held debate of bloody fray, 
Fought 'twixt Loch Katrine and Achray. 
Fierce was their speech, and mid their words 
Their hands oft grappled to their swords ; 
Nor sunk their tone to spare the ear 
Of wounded comrades groaning near, 



242 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Whose mangled limbs and bodies gored 

Bore token of the mountain sword, 

Though, neighboring to the Court of Guard, 

Their prayers and feverish wails were heard, - 

Sad burden to the ruffian joke, 

And savage oath by fury spoke ! — 

At lengtli up started John of Brent, 

A yeoman from the banks of Trent ; 

A stranger to respect or fear, 

in peace a chaser of the deer. 

In host a hardy mutineer. 

But still the boldest of the crew 

When deed of danger was to do. 

He grieved that day their games cut short. 

And marred the dicer's brawling sport. 

And shouted loud, " Renew the bowl ! 

And, while a merry catch I troll. 

Let each the buxom chorus bear, 

Like brethren of the brand and spear." 



V. 

soldier's song. 

Our vicar still preaches that Peter and Poule 

Laid a swinging long curse on the bonny brown bowl. 

That there 's wrath and despair in the jolly black-jack, 

And the seven deadly sins in a flagon of sack; 

Yet whoop, Barnaby ! off with thy liquor, 

Drink upsees out, and a fig for the vicar ! 



THE GUARD-ROOM. 243 

Our vicar he calls it damnation to sip 

The ripe ruddy dew of a woman's dear lip, 

Says that Beelzebub lurks in her kerchief so sly, 

And Apollyon shoots darts from her merry black eye ; 

Yet whoop, Jack ! kiss Gillian the quicker, 

Till she bloom like a rose, and a fig for the vicar ! 

Our vicar thus preaches, — and why should he not? 
For the dues of his cure are the placket and pot ; 
A nd 't is right of his office poor laymen to lurch 
Who infringe the domains of our good Mother Church. 
Yet whoop, bully-boys ! off with your liquor. 
Sweet Marjorie 's the word, and a fig for the vicar ! 



VI. 

The warder's challenge, heard without. 

Stayed in mid-roar the merry shout. 

A soldier to the portal went, — 

*' Here is old Bertram, sirs, of Ghent ; 

And — beat for jubilee the drum ! — 

A maid and minstrel with him come." 

Bertram, a Fleming, gray and scarred. 

Was entering now the Court of Guard, 

A harper with him, and, in plaid 

All muffled close, a mountain maid. 

Who backward shrunk to 'scape the view 

Of the loose scene and boisterous crew. 

" What news ? " they roared : — "I only know, 



244 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, 

From noon till eve we fought with foe, 

As wild and as untamable 

As the rude mountains where they dwell ; 

On both sides store of blood is lost, 

Nor much success can either boast." — 

" But whence thy captives, friend ? such spoil 

As theirs must needs reward thy toil. 

Old dost thou wax, and wars grow sharp; 

Thou now hast glee-maiden and harp ! 

Get thee an ape, and trudge the land, 

The leader of a juggler band." 



VII. 

" No, comrade ; — no such fortune mine. 

After the fight these sought our line, 

That aged harper and the girl. 

And, having audience of the Earl, 

Mar bade I should purvey them steed, 

And bring them hitherward with speed. 

Forbear your mirth and rude alarm. 

For none shall do them shame or harm. — " 

" Hear ye his boast ? " cried John of Brent, 

Ever to strife and jangling bent ; 

" Shall he strike doe beside our lodge, 

And yet the jealous niggard grudge 

To pay the forester his fee ? 

I '11 have my share howe/er it be. 

Despite of Moray, Mar, or thee." 



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245 




Bertram his forward step withstood ; 
And, burning- in his veiig-eful mood, 
Okl Allan, thongli unfit for strife, 
Laid hand upon his dagger-knife ; 



^46 THIH LADY OF THE LAKE. 

But Ellen boldly stepped between, 
And dropped at once the tartan screen ; 
So, from his morning cloud, appears 
The sun of May through summer tears. 
The savage soldiery, amazed, 
As on descended angel gazed; 
Even hardy Brent, abashed and tamed. 
Stood half admiring, half ashamed. 



VIII. 

Boldly she spoke : " Soldiers, attend ! 

My father was the soldier's friend. 

Cheered him in camps, in marches led. 

And with him in the battle bled. 

Not from the valiant or the strong 

Should exile's daughter suffer wrong." 

Answered De Brent, most forward still 

In every feat or good or ill : 

" I shame me of the part I played ; 

And thou an outlaw's child, poor maid ! 

An outlaw I by foi-est laws, 

And merry Needwood knows the cause. 

Poor Eose, — if Rose be living now," — 

He wiped his iron eye and brow, — 

" Must bear such age, I think, as thou. — 

Hear ye, my mates I I go to call 

The Captain of our watch to hall : 

There lies mv halberd on the floor ; 



THE GUARD-ROOM. 247 

And he that steps my halberd o'er, 
To do the maid injurious part. 
My shaft shall quiver in his heart ! 
Beware loose speech, or jesting rough ; 
Ye all know John de Brent. Enough." 



IX. 

Their Captain came, a gallant young, — 

Of Tullibardine's house he sprung, — 

Nor wore he yet the spurs of knight ; 

Gay Avas his mien, his humor light. 

And, though by courtesy controlled, 

Forward his speech, his bearing bold. 

The high-born maiden ill could brook 

The scanning of his curious look 

And dauntless eye : — and yet, in sooth. 

Young Lewis was a generous youth ; 

But Ellen's lovely face and mien, 

111 suited to the garb and scene, 

Might lightly bear construction strange. 

And give loos3 fancy scope to range. 

" Welcome to Stirling towers, fair maid ! 

Come ye to seek a champion's aid. 

On palfrey white, with harper hoar. 

Like errant damosel of yore ? 

Does thy high quest a knight require. 

Or may the venture suit a squire ? " 

Her dark eye flashed; — she paused and sighed 



HS THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

" Oh what have I to do witli pride ! — 
Through seeiies of sorrow, shame, and strife, 
A suppliant for a father's life, 
I crave au audience of the King. 
Behold, to back my suit, a ring, 
Tlie royal pledge of grateful claims. 
Given bv the Monarch to Fitz-James." 



The signet-ring young Lewis took 
With deep respect and altered look. 
And said : " This ring our duties own ; 
And pardon, if to worth unknown, 
In senddance mean obscurely veiled. 
Lady, in aught my folly failed. 
Soon as the day flings wide his gates, 
The King shall know what suitor waits. 
Please you meanwhile in fitting bower 
llepose you till his waking hour ; 
Female attendance shall obey 
Your best, for service or array. 
Permit 1 marshal you the way." 
But, ere she followed, with the grace 
And open bounty of her race, 
She bade her slender purse be shared 
Among the soldiers of the guard. 
The rest Avith thanks their guerdon took. 
But Brent, with shy and awkward look, 



THE GUARD-ROOM. 249 

On the reluctant maiden's hold 

Forced bluntly back the proffered gold : — 

" Forgive a haughty English heart, 

And oh, forget its ruder part ! 

The vacant purse shall be my share, 

Which in my barret-cap I '11 bear, 

Perchance, in jeopardy of war, 

Where gayer crests may keep afar." 

With thanks — 't was all she could — the maid 

His rugged courtesy repaid. 



XI. 

When Ellen fortli with Lewis went, 
Allan made suit to John of Brent : — 
"My lady safe, oh let your grace 
Give me to see my master's face ! 
His minstrel I, — to sliare his doom 
Bound from the cradle to tlie tomb. 
Tenth in descent, since first my sires 
Waked for his noble house their lyres, 
Nor one of all the race was known 
But prized its weal above their own. 
With the Chief's birth begins our care ; 
Our harp must soothe the infant heir, 
Teach the youth tales of fight, and grace 
His earliest feat of field or chase ; 
In peace, in war, our rank we keep. 
We cheer his board, Ave soothe his sleep. 



250 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Nor leave him till we pour our verse — 
A doleful tribute ! — o'er liis hearse. 
Then let me share his captive lot ; 
It is my right, — deny it not ! " 
" Little we reck," said John of Brent, 
" We Southern men, of long descent; 
Nor wot we how a name — a word — 
Makes clansmen vassals to a lord : 
Yet kind my noble landlord's part, — 
God bless the house of Beaudesert ! 
And, but I loved to drive the deer 
More than to guide the laboring steer, 
I had not dwelt an outcast here. 
Come, good old Minstrel, follow me ; 
Thy Lord and Chieftain shalt thou see. 



XII. 

Then, from a rusted iron hook, 
A bunch of ponderous keys he took, 
Lighted a torch, and Allan led 
Through grated arch and passage dread. 
Portals they passed, where, deep within, 
Spoke prisoner's moan and fetters' din ; 
Through rugged vaults, Avhere, loosely stored, 
Lay wheel, and axe, and headsman's sword, 
And many a hideous engine grim, 
For wrenching joint and crushing limb, 
By artists formed who deemed it shame 






THE GUARD-ROOM. 251 

And sin to give their work a name. 

They halted at a low-browed porch, 

And Brent to Allan gave the torch, 

While bolt and chain he backward rolled. 

And made the bar unhasp its hold. 

They entered : — 't was a prison-room 

Of stern security and gloom, 

Yet not a dungeon ; for the day 

Through lofty gratings found its way, 

And rude and antique garniture 

Decked the sad walls and oaken floor, 

Such as the rugged days of old 

Deemed fit for captive noble's hold. 

" Here," said De Brent, " thou raayst remain 

Till the Leech visit him again. 

Strict is his charge, the warders tell, 

To tend the noble prisoner well." 

Ketiring then the bolt he drew. 

And the lock's murmurs growled anew. 

Housed at the sound, from lowly bed 

A captive feebly raised his head ; 

The wondering Minstrel looked, and knew — 

Not his dear lord, but Roderick Dhii! 

For, come from where Clan-Alpine fought, 

They, erring, deemed the Chief he sought. 



xiir. 

As the tall ship, whose lofty prore 
Shall never stem the billows more, 



252 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Deserted by her gallant band, 

Amid the breakers lies astrand, — 

So on his couch lay Roderick Dhu ! 

And oft his fevered limbs he threw 

In toss abrupt, as when her sides 

Lie rocking in the advancing tides. 

That shake her frame with ceaseless beat, 

Yet cannot heave her from her seat ; — 

Oh, how unlike her course at sea ! 

Or his free step on hill and lea ! — 

Soon as the Minstrel he could scan, — 

" What of thy lady ? — of my clan ? — 

My mother ? — Douglas ? — tell me all ! 

Have they been ruined in my fall ? 

Ah, yes ! or wherefore art thou here ? 

Yet speak, — speak boldly, — do not fear." — 

For Allan, who his mood well knew. 

Was choked with grief and terror too. — 

" Who fought ? — who fled ? — Old man, be brief : 

Some might, — for they had lost their Chief. 

Who basely live ? — who bravely died ? " 

" Oh, calm thee, Chief! " the Minstrel cried, 

" Ellen is safe ! " " For that thank Heaven ! " 

" And hopes are for the Douglas given ; — 

The Lady Margaret, too, is well ; 

And, for thy clan, — on field or fell. 

Has never harp of minstrel told 

Of combat fought so true and bold. 

Thy stately Pine is yet unbent. 

Though many a goodly bough is rent." 



THE GUARD-ROOM. 253 

XIV. 

The Chieftain reared liis form on liigli, 

And fever's fire was in his ewe ; 

But ghastly, pale, and livid streaks 

Checkered his swartliy broAv and cheeks. 

" Hark, Minstrel ! I have heard thee play, 

With measure bold on festal day, 

In yon lone isle, — again where ne'er 

Shall liarper play or warrior hear ! — 

That stirring air that peals on high. 

O'er Dermid's race our victory. — 

Strike it ! — and then, — for well thou canst, — 

Free from thy minstrel-spirit glanced, 

Fling me the picture of the fight, 

When met my clan the Saxon might. 

I'll listen, till my fancy hears 

The clang of swords, the crash of spears ! 

These grates, these walls, shall vanish then 

For the fair field of fighting men. 

And my free spirit burst away. 

As if it soared from battle fray." 

The trembling Bard with awe obeyed, — 

Slow on the harp his hand he laid ; 

But soon remembrance of the sight 

He witnessed from the mountain's height, 

With what old Bertram told at night, 

Awakened the full power of song, 

And bore him in career along; — 

As shallop launched on river's tide. 



•254 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

That slow and fearful leaves the side, 
But, when it feels the middle stream, 
Drives downward swift as lightning's beam. 

XV. 

BATTLE OF SEAL* AN DUINE. 

" The Minstrel came once more to view 
The eastern ridge of Benvenue, 
For ere he parted he would say 
Farewell to lovely Loch Achray — 
Where shall he find, in foreign land, 
So lone a lake, so sweet a strand ! — 
There is no breeze upon the fern, 

No ripple on the lake, 
Upon her eyry nods the erne, 

The deer has sought the brake ; 
The small birds will not sing aloud. 

The springing trout lies still, 
So darkly glooms yon thunder-cloud. 
That swathes, as with a purple shroud, 

Benledi's distant hill. 
Is it the thunder's solemn sound 
That mutters deep and dread. 
Or echoes from tlie groaning ground 

The warrior's measured tread ? 
Is it the lightning's quivering glance 

That on the thicket streams. 
Or do they flash on spear and lance 
The sun's retirin.<^ beams ? — 



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255 




I see the dagger-crest of Mar, 
I see the Moray's silver star, 
Wave o'er the cloud of Saxon war, 
That up the lake comes winding far! 
To hero boune for battle-strife, 

Or bard of martial lay, 
'T were worth ten years of peaceful life, 
One ghance at tlieir array ! 



256 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 



XVI. 



" Their light-armed archers far and near 

Surveyed the tangled ground, 
Their centre ranks, with pike and spear, 

A twilight forest frowned, 
Their barded horsemen in the rear 

The stei-n battalia crowned. 
No cymbal clashed, no clarion rang. 

Still were the pipe and drum ; 
Save heavy tread, and armor's clang, 

The sullen march was dumb. 
There breathed no wind their crests to shake, 

Or wave their flags abroad ; 
Scarce the frail aspen seemed to quake, 

That shadowed o'er their road. 
Their vaward scouts no tidings bring, 

Can rouse no lurking foe, 
Nor spy a trace of living thing. 

Save when they stirred the roe ; 
Tiie host moves like a deep-sea wave. 
Where rise no rocks its pride to brave. 
High-swelling, dark, and slow. 
The lake is passed, and now they gain 
A narrow and a broken plain, 
Before the Trosachs' rugged jaws ; 
And here the horse and spearmen pause, 
While, to explore the dangerous glen. 
Dive through the pass the archer-men. 



THE GUARD-ROOM, 257 

XVII. 

" At once there rose so wild a yell 

Within that dark and narrow dell, 

As all the fiends from heaven that fell 

Had pealed the banner-cry of hell ! 
Forth from the pass in tumult driven, 
Like chaff before the wind of heaven. 

The archery appear : 
For life ! for life ! their flight they ply — 
And shriek, and shout, and battle-cry. 
And plaids a'nd bonnets waving high. 
And broadswords flashing to the sky, 

Are maddening in the rear. 
Onward they drive in dreadful race, 
Pursuers and pursued; 

Before that tide of flight and chase. 

How shall it keep its rooted place, 
The spearmen's twilight wood ? — 

'Down, down,' cried Mar, 'your lances down! 
Bear back both fi-iend nnd foe ! ' — 

Like reeds before the tempest's frown, 

That serried grove of lances brown 
At once lay levelled low; 

And closely shouldering side to side, 

The bristling ranks the onset bide. — 

* We '11 quell the savage mountaineer, 
As their Tinchel cows the game ! 

They come as fleet as forest deer, 
We '11 drive them back as tame.' 



258 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

XVIII. 

" Beariiif^ before them in their course 
The relics of the archer force, 
Like wave with crest of sparkling foam, 
Eight onward did Clan-Alpine come. 

Above the tide, each broadsword bright 

Was brandishing like beam of light, 
Each targe was dark below ; 

And with the ocean's mighty swing, 

When heaving to the tempest's wing, 
They hurled them on the foe. 
I heard the lance's shivering crash. 
As when the whirlwind rends the ash ; 
I heard the broadsword's deadly clang, 
As if a hundred anvils rang ! 
But Moray wheeled his rearward rank 
Of horsemen on Clan- Alpine's flank, — 
' My banner-man, advance ! 

I see/ he cried, ' their column shake. 

Now, gallants ! for your ladies' sake. 
Upon them with the lance ! ' — 
The horsemen dashed among the rout, 

As deer break through the broom ; 
Their steeds are stout, their swords are out, 

They soon make lightsome room. 
Clan-Alpine's best are backward borne — 

Where, where was Roderick then ! 
One blast upon his bugle-horn 

Were worth a thousand men. 



THE GUARD-ROOM. 259 

And refluent through the pass of fear 

The battle's tide was poured ; 
Vanished tlie Saxon's struggling spear, 

Vanished the mountain-sword. 
As Bracklinn's chasm, so black and steep, 

Receives her roaring linn, 
As the dark caverns of the deep 
Suck the wild whirlpool in, 
So did the deep and darksome pass 
Devour tlie battle's mingled mass ; 
None linger now upon the plain. 
Save those who ne'er shall fio:ht ag^ain. 



XIX. 

" Now westward rolls the battle's din, 
That deep and doubling pass within. — 
Minstrel, aw^ay ! the work of fate 
Is bearing on ; its issue wait, 
Where the rude Trosachs' dread defile 
Opens on Katrine's lake and isle. 
Gray Benvenue I soon repassed, 
Loch Katrine lay beneath me cast. 

The sun is set ; — the clouds are met, 
The low^ering scowl of heaven 

An inky hue of livid blue 
To the deep lake has given ; 
Strange gusts of wind from mountain glen 
Swept o'er the lake, then sunk again. 



260 



THE LADY OF THE LAKE, 




I heeded not the eddying surge, 
Mine eye but saw the Trosachs' gorge, 
Mine ear but heard that sullen sound, 
Whicli like an earthquake shook the ground, 
And spoke the stern and desperate strife 
That parts not but with parting life, 



THE GUARD-ROOM, 261 

Seeming, to minstrel ear, to toll 
The dirge of many a passing sonl. 

Nearer it comes — the dim-wood glen 

The martial flood disgorged again, 
Bnt not in mingled tide; 

The plaided warriors of the North 

High on the mountain thunder forth 
And overhang its side, 

While by the lake below appears 

The darkening cloud of Saxon spears. 

At weary bay each shattered band, 

Eying their foemen, sternly stand ; 

Their banners stream like tattered sail, 

That flings its fragments to the gale, 

And broken arms and disarray 

Marked the fell havoc of the day. 



XX. 

"Viewing the mountain's ridge askance, 
The Saxons stood in sullen trance, 
Till Moray pointed with his lance. 

And cried : ' Behold yon isle ! — 
See ! none are left to guard its strand 
But women weak, that Avring the hand : 
'T is there of yore the robber band 

Their booty wont to pile ; — 
My purse, with bonnet-pieces store, 
To him will swim a bow-shot o'er, 



262 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

And loose a shallop from the shore. 
Lightly we '11 tame the war-wolf then. 
Lords of his mate, and brood, and den.' 
Forth from the ranks a spearman sprung. 
On earth his casque and corselet rung, 

He plunged him in the wave : — 
All saw the deed, — the purpose knew, 
And to their clamors Benyeuue 

A mingled echo gave ; 
The Saxons shout, tlieir mate to cheer, 
The helpless females scream for fear, 
And yells for rage the mountaineer. 
'T was then, as by the outcry riven. 
Poured down at once the lowering heaven : 
A whirlwind swept Loch Katrine's breast. 
Her bdlows roared their snowy crest. 
Well for the swimmer swelled they high, 
To mar the Highland marksman's eye; 
For round him showered, mid rain and hail^, 
The vengeful arrows of the Grael. 
In vaiu. — He iiears the isle — and lo ! 
His hand is on a shallop's bow. 
Just then a flash of lightning came. 
It tinged the waves and strand with flame ; 
I marked Duncraggan's widowed dame. 
Behind an oak I saw her stand, 
A naked dirk gleamed in her hand : — 
It darkened, — but amid the moan 
Of waves I heard a dying groan ; — 
Another flash ! — the spearman floats 



THE GUARD-ROOM. 263 

A weltering corse beside the boats, 
And the stern matron o'er him stood, 
Her hand and dagger streaming blood. 



XXI. 

" ' Revenge ! revenge ! ' the Saxons cried. 
The Gaels' exulting shout replied. 
Despite the elemental rage, 
Again they hurried to engage ; 
But, ere they closed in desperate fight, 
Bloody with spurring came a knight, 
Sprung from his horse, and from a crag 
Waved 'twixt the hosts a milk-white flag. 
Clarion and trumpet by his side 
Rung forth a truce-note high and wide. 
While, in the Monarch's name, afar 
A herald's voice forbade the war. 
For Bothwell's lord and Roderick bold 
Were both, he said, in captive hold." — 
But here the lay made sudden stand, 
The harp escaped the Minstrel's haiul ! 
Oft had he stolen a glance, to spy 
How Roderick brooked his minstrelsy : 
At first, the Chieftain, to the chime. 
With lifted hand kept feeble time; 
That motion ceased, — yet feeling strong 
Varied his look as changed the song ; 
At length, no more his deafened ear 



264 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

The minstrel melody can hear; 

His face grows sharp, — his liands are clenched, 

As if some pang his heart-strings wrenched ; 

Set are his teeth, his fading eye 

Is sternly fixed on vacancy ; 

Thus, motionless and mounless, drew 

His parting breath stout Roderick Dhu ! — 

Old Allan-bane looked on aghast, 

While grim and still his spirit passed ; 

But when he saw that life was fled, 

He poured his wailing o'er the dead. 



XXII. 

LAMENT. 

"And art thou cold and lowly laid, 
Thy foeman's dread, tliy people's aid, 
Breadalbane's boast, Clan-Alpine's shade ! 
For thee shall none a requiem say ? — 
For thee, who loved the minstrel's lay, 
For thee, of Bothwell's house the stay, 
The shelter of her exiled line. 
E'en in this prison-house of thine, 
I '11 wail for Alpine's honored Pine ! 

"What groans shall yonder valleys fill! 
What shrieks of grief shall rend yon hill ! 
What tears of burning rage shall thrill. 



THE GUARD-ROOM. 265 

When mourns thy tribe thy battles done, 
Thy fall before the race was won, 
Thy sword ungirt ere set of sun ! 
There breathes not clansman of thy line, 
But would have given his life for thine. 
Oh, woe for Alpine's honored Pine ! 

"Sad was thy lot on mortal stage! — 
The captive thrush may brook the cage, 
The prisoned eagle dies for rage. 
Brave spirit, do not scorn my strain ! 
And, when its notes awake again. 
Even she, so long beloved in vain, 
Shall with my harp her voice combine. 
And mix her woe and tears with mine,' 
To wail Clan- Alpine's honored Pine." 



XXIII. 

Ellen the while, with bursting heart, 
Remained in lordly bower apart, 
Where played, with many-colored gleami 
Through storied pane the rising beams. 
In vain on gilded roof tliey fall, 
And lightened up a tapestried wall, 
And for her use a menial train 
A rich collation spread in vain. 
The banquet proud, the chamber gay, 
Scarce drew one curious glance astray ; 



^6Q THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Or if she looked, 't was but to say, 
With better omen dawned the day 
In that lone isle, where waved on high 
The dun-deer's hide for canopy ; 
Where oft her noble fatlier shared 
The simple meal her care prepared, 
Wliile Lufra, crouching- by her side, 
Her station claimed with jealous pride. 
And Doug-las, bent on woodland game, 
Spoke of the chase to Malcolm Graeme, 
Whose answer, oft at random made, 
The wandering of his thoughts betrayed. 
Those who such simple joys have known 
Are taught to prize them when they 're gone. 
But sudden, see, she lifts her head, 
The window seeks with cautious tread. 
What distant music has the power 
To win her in this woful hour ? 
'T was from a turret that o'erhung 
Her latticed bower, the strain was sung. 



XXIV. 
LAY OF THE IMPRISONED HUNTSMAN. 

*' My hawk is tired of perch and hood, 
My idle greyhound loathes his food, 
My horse is weary of his stall, 
And I am sick of captive thrall. 



THE GUARD-ROOM. 267 

I wish I were as I have been, 
Hunting the hart in forest green, 
With bended bow and bloodhound free, 
For that 's tlie life is meet for nie. 

" I hate to learn the ebb of time 
From yon dull steeple's drowsy chiine, 
Or mark it as the sunbeams crawl, 
Inch after inch, along the wall. 
The lark was wont my matins ring, 
The sable rook my vespers sing; 
These towers, although a king's they be. 
Have not a hall of joy for me. 

" No more at dawning morn I rise. 
And sun myself in Ellen's eyes, 
Drive the fleet deer the forest through, 
And homeward wend with evening dew; 
A blithesome welcome blithely meet. 
And lay my trophies at her feet. 
While fled the eve on wing of glee, — 
That life is lost to love and me ! " 



XXV. 

The heart-sick lay was hardly said. 
The listener had not turned her head, 
It trickled still, the starting tear. 
When light a footstep struck her ear. 



268 THf; LADY OF THE LAKE. 

And Snowdouii's graceful Knight was near. 

She turned the hastier, lest again 

The prisoner should renew his strain. 

" Oh welcome, brave Fitz- James ! " she said ; 

" How ma}^ an almost orphan maid 

Pay the deep debt — " "Oh say not so ! 

To me no gratitude you owe. 

Not mine, alas ! the boon to give, 

And bid thy noble father live ; 

I can but be thy guide, sweet maid, 

With Scotland's King thy suit to aid. 

No tyrant he, though ire and pride 

May lay his better mood aside. 

Come, Ellen, come ! 't is more than time. 

He holds his court at morning prime." 

With beating heart, and bosom wrung, 

As to a brother's arm she clung. 

Gently he dried the falling tear. 

And gently whispered hope and cheer ; 

Her faltering steps half led, half stayed, 

Through gallery fair and high arcade. 

Till at his touch its wings of pride 

A portal arch unfolded wide. 



XXVI. 

Within 't was brilliant all and light, 
A thronging scene of figures bright ; 
It glowed on Ellen's dazzled sight, 



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As when the setting sun has given 
Ten thousand hues to summer even, 
And from their tissue fancy frames 
Aerial knights and fairy dames. 
Still by JPitz-.Tames her footing staid 



•270 THE LADY OF THE LAKE, 

A few ftiiut steps she forward made, 
Then slow her drooping head she raised, 
And fearful round the presence gazed ; 
For him she sought who owned this state, 
The dreaded Prince whose will was fate ! — 
She gazed on many a princely port 
Might well have ruled a royal court ; 
On many a splendid garb she gazed, — 
Then turned bewildered and amazed, 
Eor all stood bare ; and in the room 
Fitz- James alone wore cap and plume. 
To him each lady's look was lent, 
On him each courtier's eye was bent; 
Midst furs and silks and jewels sheen, 
He stood, in simple Lincoln green, 
The centre of the glittering ring, — 
And Snowdoun's Knight is Scotland's King 



XXVII. 

As wreath of snow on mountain-breast 

Slides from the rock that gave it rest, 

Poor Ellen glided from her stay, 

And at the Monarch's feet she lay ; 

No word her choking voice commands, — 

She showed the ring, — she clasped her hands. 

Oh, not a moment could he brook. 

The generous Prince, that suppliant look! 

Gently he raised her, — and, the while, 



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Checked with a glance the circle's smile ; 

Graceful, but grave, her brow he kissed, 

Aud bade her terrors be dismissed : — 

" Yes, fair; tlie wandering poor Fitz-James 

The fealty of Scotland claims. 

To hiin thy woes, thy wishes, bring ; 

He will rcdeeui his signet ring. 

Ask nought for Douglas ; — yester even, 

His Prince and he have much forgiven ; 

Wrong hath he had from slanderous tongue, 

I, from his rebel kinsmen, wrong. 

We would not, to the vulgar crowd, 

Yield what they craved with clamor loud ; 

Calmly we heard and judged his cause, 

Our council aided and our laws. 
I stanched thy father's death-feud stern 
With stout De Vaux and gray Glencairn; 
And Both well's Lord henceforth we own 
The friend and bulwark of our throne. — 
But, lovely infidel, how now ? 
What clouds thy misbelieving brow? 
Lord James of Douglas, lend thine aid ; 
Thou must confirm this doubting maid.'* 



XXVIII. 

Then forth the noble Douglas sprung. 
And on his neck his daughter hung. 
The Monarch drank, that happy hour, 



272 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

The sweetest, holiest draught of Power, — 

When it can say with godlike voice, 

Arise, sad Virtue, and rejoice ! 

Yet would not James the general eye 

On nature's raptures long should pry ; 

He stepped between — "Nay, Douglas, nay, 

Steal not my proselyte away ! 

The riddle 't is my right to read. 

That brought this happy chance to speed. 

Yes, Ellen, when disguised I stray 

In life's more low but happier way, 

'T is under name wdiicli veils my power, 

Nor falsely veils, — for Stirling's tower 

Of yore the name of Snowdoun claims, 

And Normans call me James Fitz-James. 

Thus watch I o'er insulted laws, 

Thus learn to right the injured cause." 

Then, in a tone apart and low, — 

" Ah, little traitress ! none must know 

Wliat idle dream, what lighter thought, 

What vanity full dearly bought. 

Joined to thine eye's dark witchcraft, drew 

My spell-bound steps to Benvenue 

In dangerous hour, and all but gave 

Thy Monarch's life to mountain glaive ! " 

Aloud he spoke : " Thou still dost hold 

That little talisman of gold. 

Pledge of my faith, Fitz-James' s ring, — 

What seeks fair Ellen of the King ? " 



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XXIX. 

Full well tlie conscious maiden guessed 

He probed the weakness of her breast ; 

But with that consciousness there came 

A lightening of her fears for Greenie, 

And more she deemed the Monarch's ire 

Kindled 'gainst him Avho for her sire 

Kebellious broadsword boldly drew ; 

And, to her generous feeling true, 

She craved tlie grace of Eoderick Dhu. 

" Forbear thy suit ; — tlic King of kings 

Alone can stay life's parting wings. 

I know his heart, I know his hand, 

Have shared his cheer, and proved his brand ; — 

My fairest earldom would I give 

To bid Clan-Alpine's Chieftain live ! — 

Hast thou no other boon to crave ? 

No other captive friend to save ? " 

Blushing, she turned her from the King, 

And to the Douglas gave the ring, 

As if she wished her sire to speak 

Tlie sidt that stained her glowing cheek. 

"Nay, then, my pledge has lost its force. 

And stubborn justice holds her course. 

Malcolm, come forth!" — and, at the word, 

Down kneeled the Graeme to Scotland's Lord. 

" For thee, rash youth, no suppliant sues. 

From thee may Vengeance claim her dues. 

Who, nurtured underneath our smile, , 



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274 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. 

Hast paid our care by treacherous wile, 
And sought amid thy faithful clan 
A refuge for an outlawed man, 
Dishonoring thus thy loyal name. — 
Fetters and warder for the Grasme ! " 
His chain of gold the King unstrung. 
The links o'er Malcolm's neck he flung, 
Then gently drew the glittering band, 
And laid the clasp on Ellen's hand. 



Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark, 

On purple peaks a deeper shade descending ; 
In twilight copse the glow-worm lights her spark, 

The deer, half seen, are to the covert wending. 
Kesume thy wizard elm ! the fountain lending. 

And the wild breeze, thy wilder minstrelsy ; 
Thy numbers sweet with nature's vespers blending, 

With distant echo from the fold and lea, 
And herd-boy's evening pipe, and hum of housing bee. 

Yet, once again, farewell, thou Minstrel Harp ! 

Yet, once again, forgive my feeble sway, 
And little reck I of the censure shai*p 

May idly cavil at an idle lay. 
Much have I owed thy strains on life's long way, 

Through secret woes the world has never known, 
When on the weary night dawned wearier day. 

And bitterer was the grief devonred alone. — 
That I o'erlive such woes, Enchantress ! is thine own. 



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Hark ! as my lingering footsteps slow retire, 

Some Spirit of the Air has waked thy string ! 
'T is now a seraph bold, with touch of fire, 

'T is now the brush of Fairy's frolic wing. 
Receding now, the dying numbers ring 

Painter and fainter down the rugged dell; 
And now the mountain breezes scarcely bring 

A wandering witch-note of the distant spell — 
And now, 't is silent all ! — Enchantress, fare thee well ! 



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